Snippets

Snippet #4

I saw the red ink on my hand slowly fade away as the days passed. The red ink of fate on everybody's wrist, meant to flare brighter than the sun as we got closer.

But it was fading. The ink on my hand was fading. And with each passing day, the chances of ever getting to meet my other was fading.

My other. My partner destined by fate. My soulmate. 

And the one I was never destined to meet.