Two Brothers. One Soulmate

Soul connections, a universal phenomenon that unfolded in teenagers aged sixteen to eighteen. A mysterious occurrence marked their wrists with light gray ink, which transformed into vivid red the instant they encountered their destined partners. Should their soulmates pass away, the names would turn stark white, serving as a poignant reminder. Luca, standing on the edge of a bridge, gazed down at the flowing water beneath him. Running his fingers over the names etched on his wrists - Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of the unknown souls he was meant to find – he wept softly. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I can't go on like this. It's better for both of you if I'm not around... I'm insignificant... I'm not enough." With a heavy heart, he let his hands fall by his side and took a deep breath. Then, with a final farewell unspoken, Luca stepped off the railing and plummeted into the depths of the water.