Just laugh it off, they always told me. It’s a stupid concept. True love? Soulmates? Relax, they always told me. They don’t exist. They’re just manufactured. Something to believe in for lack of a better choice.
So when the judgment day came, I figured that it wouldn’t be a bad time to ask if it was true or not.
So when the angel came for me, its glowing sword in hand, asking for a final request before I was redeemed, I had to ask: “Does true love exist?”
The angel, taken aback by my question, simply responded “Of course it does.”
“And then,” I continued, “what about soulmates? You know…people destined for each other.”
The angel was quiet for a moment. It looked at me solemnly, pensively.
It lowered its sword and came closer.
“Not everyone has a ‘soulmate,’ as you call it. But yes, this concept does exist.”
I swallowed. Nervously, I spoke again: “Then I have to ask if there was a soulmate for me. Before this world is over, that’s all I want to know.”
The angel, its radiant wings waving gracefully in the gentle winds of revelation, raised its sword and placed it on my shoulder.
“All in due time, my son. But now, be purged of your sin and evil. The rapture comes.” With this, the angel plunged its heavenly blade into my stomach, and I felt not pain but an immeasurable warmth. A light enveloped me, and my consciousness was lost.
When I next awoke, I was in the city. It was sparsely populated; few people walked the streets, but all had a look of determination and pleasure on their faces. In front of me, I saw a woman walking at about the same pace as I.
I ran ahead, and called out, “Excuse me, miss!”
The woman turned around, and in her face I saw that angel’s countenance. I was filled with a richness and warmth that did indeed match the same warmth of my reckoning.
She looked at me expectantly, smiled, and simply asked me, “Can I help you, sir?”
I held out my hand, nodded, and replied, “Yes. Hello, I love you.”