“Your parents died on September 6, 1989, and we met thirty years later, on September 6, 2019. That’s why you said you started believing in soulmates when you met me.” I feel a sob wreck through him too. “Do you understand now why I can’t let you go?” “Do you understand why I can’t stay?” He sighs, but he doesn’t fight me this time. I feel him nod against my neck. “I’m going home with my parents tomorrow. Promise me you won’t hurt yourself.” He’s quiet for a long time as we hold each other. Only after I feel him nod do I pull away and leave the room without another word.
