The song Damien was listening to in the beginning is 'Fool For You' by Snoh Aalegra.

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Class starts in four hours, so I have some free time now. It's brooding time...' Damien walked out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. It was a pleasant afternoon, not too sunny or too cloudy. It wasn't too humid either. This had been Damien's new routine ever since Patton and Logan met; he would go to the nearest coffee shop—which was the one where Patton and Logan first met—or he would visit the nearest library. When he was bored with everything, he would distract himself with magic tricks and illusions.

Damien put on his earphones and put on a song from his playlist. The first song that played didn't help his mood. If anything, it made it worse. He kept listening, though.

It's somethin' 'bout you that's so familiar
Somethin' that's got me wantin' to know you
And I can't put my finger on it
But it feels, oh like I've been here before

That's how he felt. His head spin with an emotion that wasn't familiar to him. He didn't know why he kept obsessing over his soulmate these past few weeks. People say, 'you can't miss what you never had,' but Damien did. He missed his soulmate even though he never met them. It was as if there was something missing in him and he was starting to feel how odd it was.

It's somethin' about me that makes me wonder
I swear I met you, but you're a stranger
And I can't put my finger on quite what it is
Oh, but I've been here before

Perhaps he was just jealous with how happy his brother had been even though it was only a month after knowing Logan. Patton found his soulmate. Damien wished it was easier for him to find his. He didn't care before, but now? Now he couldn't even think about the word 'soulmate' without feeling a pang in his chest. A snap. As if whatever was there before is gone and it left a gaping hole in Damien's soul.

And I'll be a fool for you
I know myself, but I pretend
I leave and I come back again

Damien didn't want to admit—even to himself—that he somehow cared about this whole soulmate business. To think that he once thought nothing of it was starting to sound ridiculous. He hadn't been feeling this dread—Damien wasn't actually sure what he was feeling, but 'dread' sounded close enough—for too long, but it felt as if the thickness of emotion was going to eat him alive and completely engulf him.

Suffocated. That's what Damien was feeling. Like he couldn't escape, helplessly drowning with no one to hear his pleas. Like he couldn't continue living, because he couldn't breathe with the weight on his chest. Suffocated. That's what Damien was feeling.

I'm a fool for you
I love you time and time again
I know just how the story ends, oh

Damien was not detached from his emotions, but he'd always lied about it and he didn't know why he always played pretend.

Damien was tired of pretending—yes, even to himself.

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Not too long, Damien was standing in front of the coffee shop—Roast & Grind. He pushed the door to the coffee shop and entered, forgetting all self-pitying thoughts he had earlier. The smell of coffee and sugar greeted him, making him relax a little. He always did find coffee shops to have a soothing atmosphere. It always felt as if time stopped whenever Damien find himself in a place he liked. After placing his order, he looked for a sitting spot. What he didn't expect, though, was to find Logan.

Damien approached the tall table next to the floor-to-ceiling window where Logan was sitting. He tapped Logan on the shoulder to get his attention. "Mind if I sit here?"

Upon feeling a tap on his shoulder, he turned to look over his shoulder to see Damien with arms crossed in front of his chest, his lips upturned to a slight smirk.

"Damien. Nice seeing you again. I don't mind at all, take a seat." Logan gestured to the empty seat across his. Damien took his seat and waited for his order to come. He had not expect to meet Logan, so he didn't really know what to do. However, he supposed asking some questions wouldn't be so bad. He wanted to get to know this stoic man that was his brother's soulmate. He noticed Logan was writing something on his notebook.

"Are you working on something?" Damien asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Ah, yes. I'm have just finished it when you got here," Logan closed the book and immediately put it in his book bag. "It's an assignment."

"Patton told me you're majoring in astrophysics."

"I am," Logan said proudly. It wasn't easy for him to be accepted in that major. Oh God, so much mathematics and calculations and physics... Fortunately, Logan liked those so it wasn't too bad.

"How did you know I wasn't Patton?"

"Firstly, Patton wears glasses and you don't," Logan started. "Secondly, I don't think Patton would wear a beanie like you—considering that every time we meet you're wearing that beanie so I assume it's your signature look then. Lastly, you greeted me with a smirk. If you were Patton you would most likely be loud when greeting me," Logan listed his answer in a very matter-of-factly tone.

Damien huffed a laugh at Logan's last statement. "That last one is so true. He's always so cheerful. And, I trust you not to break him." Damien said, a slight smile on his lips, but his tone turned more serious. He had not anticipated Logan's answer to be very specific. Something in him became a little more content—relieved? Content? Damien didn't know the right word for it—knowing that he could trust Logan to some degree.

"Do not worry. I wouldn't want to hurt Patton either."

They continued to talk for a while. Damien took note on how Logan talked about Patton. On the outside, Logan appeared cold, much like himself. However, Damien noticed that he didn't sound like that when he talks about something he cares about. After discussing about various topics for almost an hour, they breached the topic of soulmates.

"That's the thing with soulmate though. Once you find them you don't really need to wait long. I mean, it's possible for soulmates to fail, but more soulmate couples are successful. So, why not just get on with it and get to know them later?" Damien said, picking at the crumbs of his now-gone chocolate cake.

"That is true, I suppose. I do not know why dating is still a thing. Culture? Tradition? I see your point, but I would still like to get to know my soulmate before I do anything else with him." Logan answered.

"You found your soulmate. What do you feel about him?"

Logan hesitated for a second. He felt intimidated all of a sudden. It's not that he didn't have an answer to Damien's question. He liked Patton. It's just that Logan was never good with conveying his emotion. He always avoid his emotions so he doesn't have to deal with them. Now, faced with this question, especially by the brother of his soulmate, is making it more difficult for Logan to answer. He didn't want to say the wrong thing.

"Well,I-" Logan shifted in his seat, trying to keep eye contact with Damien. "We're quite different, Patton and I... but I don't mind it," He paused, then continued after feeling his nervousness melt slowly. "He's always so cheerful and excited about everything. It is... quite a change from my usually-quiet days. I don't think I have a straight answer to your question, so there's my answer for now."

Damien had expected maybe a simple "he's okay" or maybe another variation of "I like him." He had not expect Logan to talk about Patton in such a way.

"You like him." Damien stated.

"I suppose?"

"No, that wasn't a question. I was just saying, you like Patton. Are you going to start crushing on him now?" Damien asked, teasing. This was only the third time Damien met Logan, but he already felt Patton would be okay with Logan. Logan seemed to be genuine with the way he talks about Patton and that made Damien feel safe for his brother. He knew, more than anyone, that Patton is a sensitive person. He didn't want his brother to get hurt.

"Damien, it's only been a month and a few days."

"True, but he's your soulmate. So, it's different."

Logan's gaze fell to his interlaced finger on the table. Then, he looked at Damien again, who was still looking at him waiting for an answer.

"Perhaps." Logan has a lot to think about this whole soulmate business later. "Well Damien, I have class in thirty minutes, so I have to go now. It was nice talking to you."

"Later, nerdy buddy." Damien waved a goodbye.

Damien looked at his phone to check on the time. Another two hours before class. 'Maybe I should just hang around campus.' Then, Damien got up. He didn't notice when his shoulder brushed onto someone as he left the coffee shop.

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Remy was worried about Virgil. He had knocked on Virgil's door that morning, but he didn't respond to Remy's calls. Remy didn't have much time since he had a morning class that day, so he had to reluctantly leave Virgil alone in the apartment. It looked like Virgil was not going out of his room anytime soon.

Stepping out of the apartment, he spared Virgil's door another brief glance and left after locking the door. Usually, Remy would shove aside any worries he had. He always thought that if you can't do anything to fix it then don't worry and if you can do something about it then don't worry. Now though, it was different.

Walking and thinking, surprisingly, goes hand-in-hand with Remy. He had had his fair share of bad relationship from his past. Very bad. One that almost no-one knew about. He was worried that Virgil might get trapped in that kind of relationship. He seemed very upset after reading the note last night that Remy couldn't help but worry about what was written on it. And if he ever finds that person, he would beat the shit out of them.

It was a cloudy morning. The weather seemed to reflect Remy's state of mind. The air around him was heavy and dreadful. Remy wasn't in his usual talkative mood. Besides, Virgil wasn't there with him like he usually was when they have morning classes. The thought of his little cousin being in a painful relationship was frightening. The possibility of that happening made Remy fear for himself. 'No, Remus, perestan' bespokoit'sya,' he tried to reassure himself, but he couldn't stop. He wasn't ready—nor is he ever going to be ready—to relive those times. It's too much to even think about.

Remy shook his head and took a deep breath to clear his mind. No. He was not going to go into that rabbit hole that is his dark thoughts. People usually associate Remy with excitement, jokes and sass, but people seem to forget that he can be serious when he wants to.

As he stepped into the class, he tried not to think about Virgil and his worries in favor of trying to focus on class. The class hadn't start yet, but'why not get in the mood?' Remy thought to himself.

"Morning," Remy heard a grumbled greeting.

"Well, you don't seem very..." Remy vaguely gestured with one hand, looking for the right word, "... you know... fab, like usual, hun."

"Well, I'm not feeling very good at the moment," Roman said, taking on a bilious tone.

"Woah, what's gotten into you, darling?" Remy raised an eyebrow while one of his hand lowered his sunglasses.

"It's just this stupid-" Roman paused in the middle of his sentence, seemingly coming to a realization of who he was talking to. "Nothing, it's just something stupid."

"Alright then, sestra, " Remy said, as Roman settled himself next to him. He noticed the way Roman constantly shifted in his seat uncomfortably next to him. 'Hish, is it just me or is everyone not having a good time this morning?'

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'¡Mierda! He's looking at me. Should've sit somewhere else. Does he know?' Roman shifted in his seat once again. Why did he have to choose to sit here of all places? That morning, Roman had read the note from his soulmate and he was not happy. He had learned his soulmate's name, but he did not care about any of that.

'Would that guy let Remy read the note? ¡Carajo! I shouldn't have put my name. Why did I even put my name? What if Remy reads it and found out?!'Roman was squirming in his seat more and more frequently and it annoyed Remy.

"Druzhishche, you gotta stop doin' that." Remy said in his irritation. Roman mumbled a short "sorry" in response.

'What a great morning this is,' Roman thought to himself.

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As soon as the class was over, Remy and Roman parted ways. Remy was done for the day while Roman had another class. The day was still young, so Remy thought of doing something before he goes back to the apartment. Remy had texted Virgil before class, asking if he needed or wanted anything. Virgil only replied with a 'leave me alone.' So, that's what Remy was going to do. He decided to go to the coffee shop near campus, Roast & Grind. He had always liked their coffee there.

As he set his foot into the coffee shop, his shoulder brushed past someone. He looked past his shoulder to see a man with a yellow beanie exit the cafe. He paid it no mind and went to place his order. He sat at the tall table by the big window, with someone's plate of chocolate cake crumbs.

Remy took a small journal from his messenger bag and opened it. He carefully opened to the page where he had put the yellow post-it notes. He felt lucky to not have one but two notes from his soulmate. It was written on multiple post-it notes only because his soulmate ran out of space, ranting about how freaked out they were. Remy thought it was cute. Maybe they should have wrote it on a piece of paper.

He doesn't usually read the messages from his soulmate, he only does it when he's feeling worried—which is to say, not often.

On the first one was written:

Damien Harvey (21)
Florida, United States
Sanders University - economics and political science
(I want to be a lawyer)
I have a twin brother (I'm older)
Well, I'm sorry if you don't speak English,
but it's the only language I speak.

The second one reads:

I was planning to write a small little thing,
but it looks like I'm not doing that right now.
So, I'm in Russia. It's insane.
What if someone came in and decided to
talk to me? How am I gonna answer?
I don't know why I'm ranting here, you might
not even understand what I'm talking about

Remy didn't let past experience stop him—although not all the scars and fear have disappeared—and he was willing to think on the bright side of what the world might give him. He could only imagine what his soulmate was like. 'When am I going to meet him?'

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

As always, leave a comment and feedback. Please, tell me if the pace of my story is too fast since I have very short chapters.  

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Spanish stuff (tell me if I made mistakes):

¡Mierda!
[Shit!]

¡Carajo!
[Fuck!]
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Russian stuff (again, tell me if I made any mistakes):

perestan' bespokoit'sya
перестань беспокоиться
[stop worrying]

Sestra
Сестра
[Sister]

Druzhishche
Дружище
[Buddy; pal; mate]