Everyone, since time began, has had two tattoos - they've been born with them. One matches your soulmates tattoo, the other matches your enemy; one for love, one for hate. One for fluttering hearts; one for boiling blood. One for intertwined fingers; one for balled up fists.
No one knows how to tell the difference; there's no colour code, no marker to tell you which is which. Just ink on skin.
A web of questions and confusion arise whenever anyone looks down at them - caution creeping through when they meet someone with a matching tattoo. Everyone is both desperate to find their match and dreading it, a surge of fear and excitement coursing through them when they meet a match. Dating sites dedicated to matching tattoos in hopes that it's a soulmate, not an enemy.
One person, however, dreads their tattoos more than anyone.
Charlotte's tattoos are identical. On each wrist she has a small crescent moon. The person she's supposed to love above all will cause her unimaginable, earth-shattering pain. She will be crushed by them; inconceivable agony will inevitably tear her world apart when her soulmate is meant to build it up.
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Short StoryTattoos are normal. Everyone has them. Everyone is, in fact, born with two. One, a sign of love. Platonic or romantic. A symbol shared with your soulmate. The other, a sign of hatred; of boiling blood and balled fists. A symbol shared with your ene...
