They thought that both of them were handed out the same route and reaching destination is no hassle because, well, they are there for each other, that’s what they pledged to do – to be there for each other in sickness and health, till death do them part.
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They seemed happy, holding hands they started the joyous ride called marriage.
Years later they stood on opposite sides of the road with a wall grown between them, neither of them wanting to put an effort to break the wall or climb the wall and be together again.
Not knowing which direction the other is going they both continued their journey alone, with more drifting it was easy to choose different routes and care less about the so called “soul mate”.
Linking this to Five Sentence Fiction prompt- MAPS hosted by Lillie McFerrin..