"But why would this even happen? Babies die all the time, and nothing like this happens. Why me?"
"My theory does not answer everything. I have a few guesses, but none of them are solid."
"Tell me the guesses, please."
Lake exhales heavily, and I can feel he is struggling with the idea of sharing something he is not certain about, but he probably does not grasp how desperate I am, how much I need something, anything, that might help me understand.
"I imagined that maybe your body originally held Bay’s twin soul."
"Twin soul?"
"Yes, a rare type of fated mates."
"I have never heard that term. I thought we all had souls that are halves of a whole and we spend our lives searching for our other half?" I whisper with a trembling voice.
That is the whole True Mate thing. Two halves coming together, becoming one again in two bodies. Every kid in the ABO society knows this stuff.
"Not all souls are like that. Some powerful souls, the kind people call sorcerers, are born whole. Formed from two twin seeds of soul energy. Yours and Bay’s might have been like that. But Bay could not pull back your original soul; it was long gone. And somehow, in that process of trying, his own soul split and settled inside your body, bringing it back to life."
What the hell.
That sounds just absurd.
Why would something like this happen? Why would a newborn baby consciously try to save anyone? And give him part of his own soul? Absurd. Something is off here.
I realize Lake has most likely drifted away from reality. What he is saying sounds like pure fantasy. He must have crafted some narrative for himself to cope with everything he witnessed, the accident, the birth, the shock.
So I do not even try to ask for details, because I do not want to give him a reason to drown me in more fantastical scenarios born from the mind of someone who went through a deeplytraumatic event. I do not believe he was thinking clearly. He had just given birth. Right after a crash. In shock.
It doesn't make senseunless we're both missing something.
But… there is still one thing I have to ask. Maybe this time he will not answer with a bizarre theory. I hope so.
There is actually a part of his story that could fit something… real. I choose my words carefully.
"Do you think all my allergies are because that soul is not my original one and my body is reacting to it, almost like rejecting a foreign guest?"
"It is possible," Lake whispers. "But these are all just my theories. I spent years digging through articles online, and what I told you is just a summary, but there may be other explanations."
I sigh. So just as I thought, these are his bizarre conclusions. Okay, time to burst his bubble.
"But if my soul is a half of Bay’s, then why did our compatibility fail to show we were True Mates? That should not happen in any of these scenario." I let a little irony slip into my tone. It is hard not to.
Silence.
Well, I pointed out an obvious flaw.
Lake clears his throat.
"As I said, I do not know how to explain that," he adds quietly.
We both fall silent. I know he means well, he is a good person, but this conversation is not leading anywhere. I sincerely doubt he remembers that day clearly. Trauma warps memories.
Lake stays silent a moment longer, then says, "I truly do not know what happened back then. I’m fully aware that what I suggested is hard to believe."
"I admit that it is. It just doesn’t seem to add up," I spit out, unable to deal with the bitterness and disappointment rising in me, because I was counting on answers that would finally pull me out of this uncertainty, and instead I got a handful of vague speculations.
But that could come off as rude, so I correct myself, because I respect him a lot and have always adored him.
