[ WP ] Seconds away from confessing to your crush , the goddess of Love stops you . She informs you that you are not meant to be with your crush . Instead , your real Soulmate is your cat , Muffles .

`` I have something I wanted to ask you,'' I began. I could Marisa's eyes light up and the corners of her supple lips raise slightly. 
 
 `` What is it?'' She asked softly. I loved the sound of her voice. 
 
 My heart began to race in anticipation. 
 
 `` I was wondering if... maybe you'd --'' I paused when I felt something soft lay against my arm. I turned my to see a hand the color of porcelain resting lightly against my skin. I felt my heart pound even more fiercely as the long, slender fingers curled gently around my forearm. Every thought, every concern and anxiety in my mind, melted away at the sensation. 
 
 `` She can not hear you, little one.'' A feminine voice whispered in my ear. I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. I tried to turn my head to see who the voice belonged to, but my eyes were still locked on the hand. 
 
 `` It is better that you do not see me,'' The voice explained, and another shiver ran through me, `` I can have... a certain affect on people.'' 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I squeaked. As the words fell from my mouth they sounded coarse and harsh in comparison. 
 
 The voice giggled, and I felt my entire being flush with embarrassment. The hand squeezed my wrist and the embarrassment faded away. 
 
 `` There's no need for that, and who I am is n't as important as what I have to tell you.'' 
 
 `` What is it?'' The words sprang from my lips as if I had been waiting to say them my whole life. Excitment flooded my chest. 
 
 `` She --'' My eyes were drawn to Marisa. She sat staring sweetly at me, the hint of a smile frozen on her features. `` -- is not the one for you. There is another for whom you are destined.'' 
 
 `` Who is it?'' I asked, my eyes eagerly returning to the beautiful hand. `` Is it you?'' 
 
 There was another giggle and I swelled with pride. 
 
 `` No, little one; It is n't me.'' 
 
 My heart dropped, but I felt the hand slide up my arm and that feeling, too, faded away. 
 
 `` The one for whom your heart beckons is already known to you. It is your cat, Muffles.'' 
 
 Confusion shattered the pleasure of those words. 
 
 `` My cat?'' 
 
 `` Yes, little one. There is a love there, stronger than any you would find anywhere else in the world.'' 
 
 I was hesitant to speak, but I felt compelled to. `` I... uhh... I think you're mistaken,'' I said. 
 
 `` No, child; There is no mistaking true love.'' the voice replied. the hand gently across my cheek. It felt like silk and smelled faintly of roses and honey.
