After my mom left around 3 hours later, I texted Corbyn with tears streaming down my face.

Corbyn, please tell me you can answer. I can't stop crying
Please

You okay? What's going on?

My dad's dead, and we don't know where he is. My moms mark disappeared.

Crap, I'm sorry baby. I promise you, when I get down there tomorrow I'll make you happy.

Okay, thank you. I don't know what I'm going to do without my dad around. He's always been my best friend. He promised he would be there for my 21st birthday, and now he can't.

I'm sorry, Angel. I promise I will be there for your 21st birthday. You're Birthday is July 10th, right?

Yeah, it's coming up.

I'll be there. My whole band will.

Seriously? Thank you. I'm really happy you're my soulmate. You're the sweetest guy ever.

I try. Get some sleep, babe. I'll see you tomorrow at 2.

Okay, goodnight Corbyn.

Goodnight Angel.

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The next morning was filled with me trying to keep my tears back and failing, packing for that small trip to Wilmington, and texting Corbyn the details.

As I got into my car around 10 am, I checked Instagram.

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Corbynbesson: I finally found my soulmate after 16 years of talking to her through my head.❤️

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angelevans: I'm excited to meet you!
Corbynbesson: see you soon, love.💕

jonahmarais: I'm happy for you! Hopefully I find mine soon
angelevans: @taaliyavenice
Jonahmarais: @angelevans OH MY GOD THANK YOU! How'd you know?
angelevans: @jonahmarais she's my best friend, and all she hears is coffee🤷🏻‍♀️

haileygwen: y'all can talk to each other through your thoughts...? Can't relate. all I get is random thoughts about Apple Juice

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We drove to the beach and planned to meet up there. My stomach started feeling like butterflies were flying around in it. "He's just you're soulmate, he's famous and beautiful, Angel. Relax" I thought to my self. Shit. He can hear my thoughts.

'Thinking about me there?'

'Shut up Corbyn.'

'Whatever, check your messages.'

Pulling my phone out of my bag, I checked my messages.

I'm here

You could have just thought that

I wanted it to be special

You're an idiot

I'm your idiot

Technically, we're not dating

Yet.

Laughing, I got out of my car and made my way into the beach area. I walked on to the sand and looked for a blonde haired boy. Once I saw a tall blonde boy, I walked over to him.

'Please tell me this is you.' I thought.

The blonde looked up with a look of confusion on his face, and sure enough it was Corbyn. "Corbyn!" I exclaimed as I ran over to him. He smiled at me and hugged me tightly. His warm embrace immediately calmed me down with everything going on in my life lately. "Hey!" Corbyn smiles into my neck. "It's so nice to finally meet you." I exclaimed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His warm presence was enough to make me forget everything that has happened.

But then he pulled away, and it all come flooding back. He saw my sad face and rubbed my back. "You okay?" He softly asked as he leaned down to look at my eyes. "It's just everything that's going on lately, I don't know how to deal with it all." I confessed. Corbyn's hand came up to my cheek and gently tilted my head so I was looking into his eyes. "I promise you, everything is going to turn out okay." Corbyn says, staring intently in my eyes. "I know, it's just really stressful. Juggling work, dance, and my dad's missing." I told him.

"Angel, I know you can get through this. We've technically known each other our whole life, I've heard every thought you've had since I was 4. You got through finals for High School even though you were stressed with me because I wasn't thinking correctly at that time, but you still pulled through. I know you can do this." Corbyn pleads. I leaned into his hand that was still on my cheek. "I needed that. Thank you." I told him. He nodded and pulled me into his chest. "Thank you for being there for me through everything, Corbyn." I murmured into his chest.

Corbyn nodded and rested his chin on top of my head. "Okay! Let's choose a different topic!" Corbyn exclaims as he leads me to two beach chairs he brought. One was pink, so I guessed it was mine and sat down. "So, do you have any siblings?" Corbyn asked. "I have a older brother, we're really close. You?" I asked. I don't remember him thinking about his siblings, but he probably did because I have a tendency to tune him out at times. "I have two siblings. Ashley and Jordan. They're basically my best friends." Corbyn smiles. "That's cool. So! Nicknames we can call each other." I chuckled.

"I like being called Corbs." Corbyn laughed as he passed me a water. I gladly took it and took a small sip. "I don't mind what you call me, to be honest." I giggled as I took a sip of the water.

"Can I call you..." Corbyn started, but trailed of as he thought. "Either way I'm gonna know what you're thinking." I laughed. "I forgot about that!" Corbyn laughs. "How about, princess, or my girl." Corbyn smiles. "I'm good with whatever." I laughed.

"My mom told me when I was younger that when the relationship gets really heated, the thought connection weakens." Corbyn says as he looks over at me. "Doesn't it eventually just give out?" I asked. Corbyn nods. "We'll forever have the hair color on wrist thing though." Corbyn says. I nod as I glance at the ocean. "You wanna swim?" Corbyn asked. "Sure." I said. I took off my shawl to reveal a high waisted bikini bottom and a bikini top. Corbyn slips his tank top off and grabs my hand. We walk hand and hand towards the ocean and into it. Corbyn let go of my hand and dived down. He re-emerged and shook his head. Salt water flew everywhere.

"My eye!" I laughed as my hand flew up to try and help my eye situation. "Crap! I'm sorry, babe." Corbyn says as he stops and pulls my hand away from my eye. He stares into that eye to make sure it's okay. "It's okay, I'll be fine." I laughed before kissing his cheek and swimming away. He blushed and followed me to the shore. I dried my self off and noticed my shawl was covered in sand. I put it on the chair so it wouldn't fall in the sand, but I guess it didn't work. The shawl was basically impossible to get sand out of. "I'm stuck with this shawl." I mumbled to myself. "You can borrow my shirt, I don't mind." Corbyn said, holding his clean NASA shirt out for me. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and pushed it farther towards me. I swiftly nodded and grabbed the large shirt, pulling it over my suit. "We should take a photo together and post it on my Instagram!" Corbyn smiles. "Sure!" I exclaimed as he set his phone up. He set the timer and stood beside me, staring into my eyes. We heard the picture sound go off, but we didn't move.

Instead, we leaned in. Corbyn's soft lips were gentle against mine, almost like a feather. His hand came up to rest of the base of my neck and caressed my jawline with his thumb. My hand raised to his waist and rested there. His lips pressed against mine as we moved in sync.

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corbynbesson: everyone meet Angel, my soulmate! We somehow talked to each other through our thoughts when she was four and I was 5. Angel has been my best friend over 16 years, and I couldn't ask for a better soulmate. I have no clue on how our family knew we could talk to each other because apparently no one else can. Anyways! I love my (hopeful girlfriend) best friend! Love you princess❤️

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angelevans: Corbyn I'm crying, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!!
corbynbesson: @angelevans you deserve to be treated like a princess

family_not_fandom: cuties

taaliyadean: my besties cute or whateva