Better idea: write it from the pov of the person who keeps killing off their soulmates. Then they befriend someone and get them to help kill their latest soulmate, only to find out that their newly-found friend is their soulmate all along
The weight of the glass doesn't change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes. The stress and worries are in life are like that glass of water.) Always remember to put the glass down. // I needed this today.