Soulmates Saga #1 Extras/Outtakes

If Mukti was a Songwriter... [includes spoilers] Outtakes from this book at the end!

If Mukti wrote songs, she might write the below lyrics after first seeing Jamie by the Needle Sculpture:

Your Face
I saw your face
In a crowd
And it took me by surprise
That I couldn't take my eyes off your face.
And even though
Your pretty eyes
They take me to great heights
I should still recognise all your grace.
And in the dark
I see your blue eyes
Turning into fire
I'm only in the light when you're here.


And perhaps this song after getting to know him a little...

Burn
You have the face of an angel
But your lips never smile.
Your features are all in pain
And that hurts my eyes.
But your eyes are like the ocean on a beautiful bright summer day
They are the staircase right down to your soul.
Yet, you never open them, when I want to walk through
Still, I can feel the pain and the fire that's burning you.
Can't you see?
I want to burn with you too.
Let the hurt and the anger char me through.
Don't you understand?
I want it to kill me like it's killing you.
I wanna die if you do.
So, let me through.


Finally, this song when [warning, spoiler alert!] she learns about Jamie's affair with Sarah:

Left
I left my heart on your doorstep.
Left my life as I knew it.
Left it all
I just had to do it. 
But there was a whole lot more to it.
Because I realised that moment
I'm not meant to have you
In any way
Not one part of you.
I'm not meant to love you
But I still do
And always would.
See, I've never been living.
Only you could make me real.
Gave me a reason for breathing.
Fought the demons away.
But you're already broken
And I'm not meant to fix it.
Night after night, I dream of her with you
And it breaks me
And I try to forget it.
Because I know in my heart that
I'm not meant to have you
In any way
Not one part of you.
I'm not meant to love you
But I still do
And always would.



Outtakes from this book:

Join Jamie on the last day of January 2010:

The quantity, quality, and value of Jamie’s music had increased tenfold. Changing in style, content, and direction, it was still powerful and urgent. A good change. A change he hadn’t seen coming.

The sleet falling today wouldn’t settle as snow the way it did a couple of weeks ago. Looking at the pure white snow through the dark branches outside his window was like watching a black-and-white film. Too soon though, the snow melted away. And he was thankful—it seemed to be the reason Mukti came. 

Freedom. What a contradiction! She was trapped in her own prison. She wasn’t who she was trying to be. She seemed too poised, too perfect, too reserved. Closed. Not at all free.

In the next five minutes, the sleet came down with conviction. Came down as snow.

It snowed on-and-off all day. A few inches of white would cover the pavements by nightfall. So, the last day of January would be like the first––snow flurries and thin patches of white dusting the ground.


Here’s what Mukti and Jamie were up to in February 2010:

“You really shouldn’t have bought me a card, Henrik” Mukti mumbled. “My birthday was on the seventh of February; tomorrow’s the twenty-seventh.”

“I didn’t plan to buy you a card,” he replied with a shrug. “I saw this in the window when I was passing this card shop on the way home yesterday and thought of you. You should’ve told us at the time. We should go for drinks tonight.”

Her colleague was genuinely upset yesterday, when they were talking about birthdays and Mukti admitted that hers was earlier this month. Still, he got her a card and made everyone in the company sign it. She really was surprised to see the big silver envelope on her keyboard this morning.

 “I don’t do anything for my birthday,” she assured him. “And it’s not my birthday anymore…”

The dissatisfaction on Henrik’s face made her feel bad for a moment before her thoughts returned to the boy with the blue-diamond eyes.

Maybe he’ll come today, the voice in her head chanted as she jogged across the bridge in heavy drizzle at lunch time. Her big, black umbrella created a beam of protection around her, and because it wasn’t too windy, she remained dry as she ran under the shelter of Colechurch House.

Eyes fixed on the Needle in Tension, Mukti ate her sandwich and apple in a few large bites. Her iPod was playing Chasing Pavements by Adele and it was more than fitting. She was chasing a never-ending pavement. At the moment, it wasn’t leading anywhere. Where is he?


*


Jamie was hiding from Mukti. Well, maybe hiding was too strong a word for his evasive behaviour. He just didn’t need to go anywhere near the needle sculpture, so freely were the songs flooding out of him.

January made way for one of the wettest Februarys in the city for over 109 years. Or so he heard Matt complain earlier this week. His flatmate complained about everything. Jamie loved the feel of rain on his skin, his face.

Standing on the bridge on the last Friday of February, Jamie saw that it was as striking as ever, heavy rain bouncing frantically on the dark green river. He was grateful that it was raining late into the afternoon—he’d worried that the clouds would run dry by the time he finished work and came here.

Why didn’t he come on his lunch break? Well, Jamie steered clear of this area during the lunch hours––1pm to 3pm––and the rush hours––8am to 9am, and 5pm to 6pm—to avoid the girl from the bridge. He couldn’t offer her friendship or anything else she might want from him. It was best to stay away. Make the most of the magic she wove around his instinct and return to how he was before. He was good at turning his back on things; family, friends, career, money, the world.

This girl would be no exception. 

Except… a small part of him wanted to see her again. Learn more about her. Let her cast more of her spells to last him another six weeks. That felt vital. Inevitable.

As he scanned the vast mass of water wobbling under the ambush of the raindrops, his instinct bestowed another gem upon him, perfect and whole.

I can’t hide where I used to.

Someone’s found me,

I have to move.


She’s not like you;

She’s not like me.

But in her eyes I see,

A missing piece of me.

The missing piece of me.


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