Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

Celeste's POV

I have spent a whole week allowing my souls to choose their soul mates, and it's sincerely humbling.

To know I'm allowing them to choose their own fate rather than selecting one I think it's acceptable for them.

And I daydream about their future, of what their love will look like now that they are chosen, mates.

Will they love deeper, harder... more fiercely?

Could their bond be like some of my creations that went on to choose a mate after their first died?

Could those who had moved on to find chosen mates have found the soul they may have selected if I had put them in the pools together?

All these questions, all the unknown.

Some of my people have had a long-standing problem with being forced together, and I had thought it was just the minority rebelling, yet now I see they were right.

That half of the time, there was a better soulmate out there for them, and maybe that's what they were fighting for. Perhaps that's why they killed their fated. Something must have spoken