3_There always will be one for you

"Ugh…My head hurts."

Xavier woke up and found himself in the same room he was before he passed out.

[I'm still in my dream?]

Before he could think more about the situation his head began to pound. Xavier wanted to sit up but was stopped gently by warm hands.

"Stay still.", a women's voice said. "You still have a fever."

Xavier who was stopped, looked at the women. The woman before him was gorgeous. She had the same golden hair like him and a pair of crystal blue eyes. She had a beautiful smile on her small face.

"Mom…", Xavier said weakly.

Without thinking he called the woman mom. In his head, he knew that his real mother looked different than the one before him. But he still couldn't help but call her like that. Xavier didn't know why, but at the same time, he knew why.

"What's wrong?", the woman said while stroking his hair gently.

"I'm hungry.", Xavier answered with a hoarse voice.

The woman looked concerned at the boy and rushed to the kitchen to prepare food for the sick boy.

Now alone, he had time to think about why he called that woman mom. He wanted to think but his brain didn't want to work at all. It only gave him more headaches the more he thought. In the end, he gave up and decided to just accept it because this was only a dream, to begin with.

He laid comfortably on his bed and waited for his 'mom' to bring him some food. He really was hungry and thirsty.

When she came back, she helped him eating and drinking because Xavier was too weak to eat and drink on his own.

After eating, he went to sleep again and slept till the next day. He woke up again with a fever, ate with the help of his 'mom', and slept again. This continued for a whole week. So, on the eighth day he arrived in this room, he finally had a normal temperature.

Xavier who was confided in bed for a week and slept the most time had accepted that this really wasn't a dream as he thought. When he was sleeping, he always was dreaming. The dreams weren't anything random but memories. Memories of the body he was now residing in.

The boy was the same age as him, had the same birthday as him. The same name as him, but a different surname. There were similarities, but there were also differences.

The seven days he slept; Xavier dreamt about this boy. The dreams first began from his birth till now. So, when he finally was clear-minded the memories were already imprinted in his brain. Now there were two memories in his head.

The memories of his childhood were a bit vague because he dreamt about it on the first day. How sooner he dreamt about it, the vaguer the memory was. Just like it is in reality.

Of course, there were some that really had an everlasting impact on him, that he obviously couldn't forget that easily.

[I'm so sweaty.]

After sorting his mind, he was disturbed at how much he was sweating. He stood up and went to the bathroom. When he was undressing, he saw his reflection in the mirror. He once again was shocked at what he saw.

Xavier had forgotten that he had a soul mark on this body. But if he correctly remembered this body also didn't have a soul mark, just like him. That was why he didn't really care that he was now in a different world because he didn't have any special attachment in his original world.

He knew in his head that this couldn't be his because he was born without something called fate, but the proof was there right before his eyes.

[How can this be?]

Xavier really didn't know what to think about it. Logical speaking this isn't his body, so the mark shouldn't appear if it was his. But the original owner didn't have a mark, to begin with, so it also shouldn't be from him. The more he thought, the more his head began the hurt.

[Wait…]

Suddenly Xavier realized something. He knew that this wasn't his original body but a different one, and he knows that this body shouldn't have a mark. But when he first came here there already was a mark. There were two reasons why the mark would suddenly appear. The first reason was that before he came the owner didn't realize he had gotten a soul mark. The other reason he wanted it to be was that the mark appeared when he was in the body.

The mark was in the end, connected to the soul and not the body, so wouldn't it make sense that it was his? The more he thought, the more he believed that it really was his. Actually, he wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe that it was his and no one else.

Xavier was never greedy, but now he has something he would never want to let go of.

*AH CHOO*

Xavier was half-naked in the bathroom and couldn't help but sneeze. He decided to shower and think more in a while. Actually, he doesn't want to think anymore. He just wants to think it was his, and that was it.

But before he could undress further, he saw a paper on the sink. It was a small, yellow square paper with a few words beautifully written.

On it was written: I hope you'll be happier here.

That was it. There was no sender written, but somehow Xavier knew who sent him and this paper here.

[It was God!]

He was sure that the unknown God he worshipped each day had heard his prayer and granted him his wish. He also finally realized why he was sent here.

[Is it because my soulmate wasn't in my original world?]

It was only a thought, but he knew it was true. Xavier couldn't help but cry. He wasn't crying out loud but silently tore some tears. He always thought that he didn't deserve a soulmate, but now he realized that he was just accidentally born in the wrong world.

[It actually really is amazing if you think about it. There really is for everyone a soulmate, a person that can be special to you. Even I who didn't have a soul mark had a soulmate, but we just happened to be born in a different universe where we would never be able to find each other.]

Xavier really thought it was amazing. Thinking about how there will always be a perfect someone for you in the world, even when they aren't in your world, they would be one in another world.

Doesn't it make your heart beat faster? Thinking about how there is a special someone made just for you in this or in the other world.