Soul Mates
He thought he loved irony. But now at the end of his life he was wiser. Soul Mates! He grunted with annoyance. It couldn’t be true. He had been spending years and years to get rid of his two worst enemies. And whenever his dreams had been about to come true they had won after all. To make things worse it weren’t only years of frustration but centuries. Not only had he lost every battle in the past years, but all the previous ones as well. Soul Mates, indeed. New life, new chances, Tempus thought grimly as he passed away.
