You know when people say they were made for each other? Midnighter and I literally were. Made. Together. My question earlier about soulmates had this in mind, I guess. I was so sure.
I always thought you don't stop being love, not if it's real love. The lifechanging kind of love, or I guess it's more a life STARTING kind of love, the kind of love where you didn't really exist before. Because I didn't and neither did he, the people that existed before Apollo and the Midnighter just didn't matter anymore.
Our jobs were hard but we had a purpose and we had each other. We got married, not that it was legal anywhere at the time. The world hated us for all kinds of reasons but we were defiantly in love and determined to show it. We adopted our daughter. Her name is Jenny, she's eight now. She can tear things apart with her mind and she is very, very loved. She'd adore this world, she really would. I wish she was here every damn day.
Anyway, our jobs got harder. The world hated us even more. I don't think I was a very good husband. We fought occasionally, not often but apparently enough to put a crack in things. One day Midnighter walked out on me, on both of us. That was three years ago. I've seen him since but he won't tell me why he left. He says I wouldn't understand.
And do you know what's so fucking weird? Three years ago he was here. I've seen his post on the network. Isn't that fucked up? It makes you wonder.
I could say he wronged me but every time I try to tell this story I get this feeling that maybe it was me all along. Hence why I don't tell this story very often.
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You know when people say they were made for each other? Midnighter and I literally were. Made. Together. My question earlier about soulmates had this in mind, I guess. I was so sure.
I always thought you don't stop being love, not if it's real love. The lifechanging kind of love, or I guess it's more a life STARTING kind of love, the kind of love where you didn't really exist before. Because I didn't and neither did he, the people that existed before Apollo and the Midnighter just didn't matter anymore.
Our jobs were hard but we had a purpose and we had each other. We got married, not that it was legal anywhere at the time. The world hated us for all kinds of reasons but we were defiantly in love and determined to show it. We adopted our daughter. Her name is Jenny, she's eight now. She can tear things apart with her mind and she is very, very loved. She'd adore this world, she really would. I wish she was here every damn day.
Anyway, our jobs got harder. The world hated us even more. I don't think I was a very good husband. We fought occasionally, not often but apparently enough to put a crack in things. One day Midnighter walked out on me, on both of us. That was three years ago. I've seen him since but he won't tell me why he left. He says I wouldn't understand.
And do you know what's so fucking weird? Three years ago he was here. I've seen his post on the network. Isn't that fucked up? It makes you wonder.
I could say he wronged me but every time I try to tell this story I get this feeling that maybe it was me all along. Hence why I don't tell this story very often.