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Tonight, a pair of our older girls asked, giggling, if Mal was my soulmate. I glanced away, clapped my hands, shooed them off to help the cook with dinner.
Do I believe in soulmates? No. I can't, really. Because if soulmates exist, I know who I was meant for, and he didn't need any more excuses to take my choices away from me.
I loved Aleksander - my monster - because of who we were. I love Mal because I choose to. That’s a choice I’ll keep making, to the end of my days, whatever fate or the Saints may have planned.
