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6 year old Chloe sat at the counter in the kitchen of her friends house. Her new friend's mom was making them hot apple cider. Chloe looked at her hands, they were clasped together on top of the bar. She was tired and wanted to go home. She wasn't in the mood to hang out with new friends this saterday. More the opposite. Jenny, her friend, was going on about a story of fairys and unicorns. Chloe wasn't really into that stuff.

"Here girls!" Jennys mom walked over and put steaming cider in front of us. "Careful, it's hot!""

Chloe gave a little smile. "T-thank y-you." She took it carefully in her hands and blew on it slowly.

"Mommy?" Jenny's mom turned to Jenny.

"Yes, dear?"

"What this?" She pulled out a brown stick.

Jenny's mom smiled. "Thats a cinnamon stick, honey."

Jenny nodded. "Oh, okay."

Chloe grabbed the cinnamon stick with her thumb and fore finger. Stirring it around, she took a small sip through it. As if it was a straw. It had more of a spicy twist to it.

It was really good.

She did it again and again. She did it for about four sips. Then it just tasted like apple.

Why did good things have to end so quickly? She thought of her mom. Who died about two weeks ago. Chloe wanted to go and cuddle up with her like she used to. She wanted to lay in her room and cry, not be at a friends house. But, her dad wanted her to go. Something about 'cheering up'. Going here didn't help her though, it just made her sadder. With Jenny's mom walking around making them stuff.

She put her hand to her cheek, spread out, making sure she wasn't crying. She wasn't, but there were tears stinging to get out.

Biting her cheek, she decided she wouldn't cry. She could cry when she got home. She wouldn't call her dad to come though, he wanted to be alone.

"Weird..." Jenny trailed off, looking at Chloe strangly.

Chloe looked at her. "W-what-t-t?" She asked, voice heavy.

Jenny didn't notice. "Your hands."

"M-my h-h-hands?" Chloe asked, bring her hands to her face.

"Yeah," Jenny started. "your fingers are really far apart."

Chloe took her hand off her face and studied them. Huh, they were really far apart.

Jenny put up her hands. "Mine are normal." She stated. Then, she grabbed Chloe's and put them up with eachother. "Your's arent."

Chloe took her hand back. They weren't un-normal. They were normal.

Or at least, they were to her.

"Jennifer," Jenny's mom scolded. "Chloe's hands are perfectly fine. Everybody's hands are different."

"But hers are really big apart!"

"What are?"

"Her fingers!"

Chloe brought her hands to her chest and held on to her pendent her mom gave her. She really wanted to go home now. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 3:05. Her dad was coming at 3:30.

Thank God.

"Thank you for having Chloe over." Steve smiled at Ruth. He was in a suit, he just came from work.

Ruth smiled and put her hands on Jenny's shoulders. "Oh, well we enjoy having her! Dont we?"

"Yes, Mommy." Jenny smiled up at them.

"We have to get going now, have a good day." Steve smiled, wanting to go home too.

"Goodbye!" Ruth closed to door behind them.

Steve and Chloe walked hand in hand to the car. They didn't talk.

He opened the door for her and put her in the car seat, then he pulled away and got into the drivers seat. Not before closing her door though.

They drove in silence. Chloe didn't mind, she was just happy to go home.

"So, uh, Chloe?" Steve asked.

"Yes?" She asked quietly.

"How do you, um, feel about going to Aunt Lauren's tonight?" He knew Chloe enjoyed it there, and he needed to be alone. He didn't want Chloe to see him break down and cry.

Chloe smiled widely. "Okay."

He smiled at her happiness. Her smiled reminded him so much of her mothers. Turning away quickly, he held back tears and continued driving.

When they made it to their condo, he and Chloe went to get her over night bag. They threw in pajamas, a toothbrush, and clothes for the next day. Once they were done, they headed to Laurens.

"Chloe!" Lauren exclaimed, bringing her into a big bear hug. She twirled her around.

Lauren had bags under her eyes. She hadn't slept much since Chloe's mom had died. Same had Steve. Lauren looked at him from over Chloe's shoulder.

'How is she?' She mouthed.

His eyes looked distrraught. 'Not good' He mouthed back.

Her eye's softened. 'You?'

'Horrible.'

She set down Chloe and hugged Steve in a way siblings would.

He cleared his throat. "Have fun Chloe." He smiled once he and Lauren let go. He bent down to give Chloe a hug. "I love you." He whispered.

"Love you too." She said.

He got up and walked out the door, waving to them.

Lauren and Chloe sat on her couch.

"Lauren?" Chloe suddenly asked.

"Yes, hun?"

Chloe told herself it didn't matter. But, for some reason, she wanted to know why.

"Why are the spaces between my fingers so big?" She asked.

"They aren't big Chloe, they're perfect."

Chloe sighed and put her hands to Laurens face.

Lauren examined them. They were pretty big. Did anybody on her dads side have big spaces like that? She didn't think so...

"Your soul mate." Lauren whispered.

"W-what's that?" Chloe asked. It didn't sound good to her.

She smiled softly. "The person you will marry to."

Chloe looked at her strangly.

"That's as big as the fingers he has." Lauren explained.

A thought came to Lauren. If Chloe's sould mates hands were really that big... She shook her head. No way.

It couldn't be a werewolf. All of the ones she knew were her age were killed in the lab. Except for one. But, it was highly unprobable it would be him.

"Oh, okay." Chloe replied, looking satisfied.

Lauren laughed. "He must have really big hands."