I don't know when it started.
At some point, I stopped fighting her presence. Chara. I don't know what changed, but something inside me… let go. I opened myself up to her without even thinking about it. It wasn't a choice; it just happened.
And then I realized it—we were soul-bound. Two beings fused into one, sharing the same essence, the same existence. Fighting her wasn't an option anymore. Instead, I decided to accept her, to embrace this bond we shared. Better to work together than to tear each other apart.
What I didn't expect was how quickly everything would change.Our relationship grew fast. Too fast. It's overwhelming, almost unnatural how close we've become in such a short amount of time. It's like we've skipped over everything else—straight to something deeper, something more permanent.
It's strange. It's not like I planned for this, or even wanted it. But now that we're here, it feels like… like we're already married.
Maybe it's because we're in the same vessel, bound by the same soul. Maybe this connection is just a byproduct of that fusion. Or maybe it's more than that—something I can't even begin to understand.
All I know is that it feels like she's always been here, like I've always known her. And yet, everything about this is new to me.
I'll never forget the first time I truly felt her.
It's hard to put into words. It was like the universe itself pressed down on me, bending and reshaping every part of my being. Every inch of myself felt alive in ways I didn't think were possible. It wasn't just physical—it was ethereal, something far beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
When she kissed me… it was like a flame igniting inside me, melting everything in its path. It was sweeter than any chocolate, more intoxicating than the finest drink. And when we connected deeper, on a level I can't even name, it felt like I was being stretched across existence itself, pressed into something infinite and beyond comprehension.
I don't know if it's because of the soul bond, or if this is just what it means to truly know someone in every possible way. Either way, it's changed me.
The more I think about it, the more I realize… she's always been with me. Even before I knew it, she was there. Maybe I was just too blind to notice.
She's always understood me in a way no one else could. She's always been there, even when I thought I was alone. And now that I know she's here, I can't imagine my existence without her.
I forgave her for everything. For the pain, for the loneliness, for the times I thought I'd lost everything because of her. None of that matters anymore. She's my best friend, my partner, the only one who truly understands me.
It's strange how much I trust her, even when I know she's not entirely innocent.
Sometimes I wonder… was it her? Was she the one who pushed the humans away, who made them leave me behind, who ensured I'd always come back to her? It feels like she's been pulling the strings all along, weaving this life to keep me close to her.
I should be angry. I should feel trapped. But I don't.
She says it's for the best, and I believe her. Even if she's possessive, even if this is some twisted version of love, she's still the one who knows me best. She's always right, even when I don't want her to be.
If this is what it means to belong to her, then… maybe it's not so bad.