The corners of her lips turned upwards slightly and she brushed her hair out of her face as they stepped into the night air. “Anyway. I took a bunch of these journals. I’m pretty sure we’ll find the ‘why’ in here.”
He shook his head. "Is it really a bad thing, though? Not the murder part, that's petty bad, but the finding your soulmate part?"
“Well, look at you and I. We don’t want to be together, but I could understand that if I wasn’t in love with my boyfriend, I would feel a pressure to be with you just because it’s what expected. People should be allowed to love who they want without any expectation or obligation.”
“They think they do, but what choice do they have, really? They’ve been told that no matter who they meet, no one will be as well suited to them as this one person. There’s absolutely no free will there.”
“You don’t need to marry the person that you have children with, either. But there’s an awful stigma that’s attached to it, and you’re judged if you’re not. I don’t know. It just feels unnecessary to me.”
