The girl she stands next to gives her a small smile, before handing her a key. It's the key to her new apartment. The city officials dropped her off at a registration facility. Apparently, now she has to have a different identity card. Incase she tries to cross the border. She's loveless.

The girl points to the building in front of them, at the corner window on the second floor. That's her new apartment. She has to live in this rundown place, that looks like a single gust of wind could take it away. The whole town looks like that though.

She looks up at the cloudy sky and sends a little prayer in hopes that if it does storm, her observation is incorrect and that the building is more stable. When she turns back to where the girl was, she's gone. She probably lives in the good town and doesn't want to risk being harmed by staying here for too long.

She takes a deep breath, walking into the building. She feels as if the girl forgot to tell her something before she left. Her feet hit the tile of the stairs and she unconsciously puts her hand on the metal railing. The cold feeling coming secondary to the texture of some kind of grit, rust. She recoils her hand in disgust before she continues up the stairs.

Once on the second floor's landing, she takes a look at the key in her hand. It's pretty simple, but it has the number of her room inscribed in black sharpie, 203. She walks towards the door and unlocks it. She's pleasantly surprised at what the inside looks like. But it's not like her expectations where very high.

She takes a few steps into the room, closing the door behind her–even taking the time to lock it, which is something she never did before. It's surprisingly big, but that could be that she doesn't have furniture to take up space.

The kitchen is pretty small, but since she'll only be cooking for herself, it doesn't really matter. Her room is the same size as it was when she was with-in the other apartment. There's two bathrooms, but only the one connected to her room has a shower. And the living room has a fireplace, it's beautiful. The whole place is covered in layers of dust, but it's still better than the street.

She sits down in the middle of the living room as the first drops of rain start to hit her window, a thought suddenly hitting her. Why is she the one being punished when she wasn't the one who ruined the relationship? Why was she the one that broke the law? How did she get the short end of the straw?

  She lays back, staring at the ceiling. Considering the circumstances, she should be feeling worse than she is right now. Maybe it's the shock, or maybe she just doesn't care anymore. She places her hand on her chest as she lets out a sigh. At one point in her life, this would've been the biggest disappointment. And if she knew that this is where she end up a month ago, would she have tried harder?

  She sits up and wraps her arms around her legs, the answer to her question is obvious. Maybe she didn't try hard enough. He was her everything. He helped her in her times of need. He obviously was going through something, and instead of supporting him, she interrogated him. Maybe she is the bad guy. Even though it just happened, she's not even crying. This break up should leave her broken, but she feels fine.

Were they even soulmates after all?

She takes a sharp breath in as that thought crosses her mind, and then there were tears. Something inside of her snapped. If they weren't soulmates, then was everything fake? And if everything was fake, then why would the world put them together? Wasn't the soulmate system supposed to stop this from happening? To stop her from becoming like her parents?

  At least she didn't have children. And now she never will. And her father will never know what happened to her. He's all alone now, she was all he had. Will they tell him why she's gone? Or is he going to put up posters of her?

  She starts to sob, today was a disaster. Her body shakes with every breath she takes. She knows that her clothes are getting tear marked, but at this point she doesn't care. It's okay to feel sad. She has that right.

  She hears a noise, so she looks up and around the room. When it doesn't come again she puts her head back into her knees. A few minutes later, when there's a knock on the door, she realizes that's what it was. But it was too quiet the first time.

  When the knock comes back a third time, but louder once again, she gets off the floor. She wipes away the tears falling down her face. And she walks slowly towards the door. Should she even open it? It seems pretty dangerous. She doesn't know anyone and this part of town looks to be unsafe.

  She stops a few feet away from the door. She takes a deep breath, the knocking getting louder and more impatient. She can barely hear someone on the other side of the door. But she's sure she can hear them talking.

  "Maybe you should leave her alone," a voice says, trying to talk over the knocking. "The first day is always the hardest for people."

  "Yeah," a second voice says over the sound on the door. "Just because we were born here, doesn't mean other people are okay with being here."

  The knocking stops, "Yeah I get that! But she doesn't have any food! We can't have her starve! Plus do you remember what al the others told us? Those people who drop them off tell them like nothing on how to live here! We're only being polite neighbors!"

She smiles, they don't sound so bad. Except for the constant knocking. Her fingers unlock the door and turn the knob, she's shaking.

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