With a great eagerness he smiled, "And it begins". He pushed back his ebony curls and his eyes glimmered. Eve wasn't sure if the mysteriously dark look in them was just a reflection of her own.
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It's always been the same sermon for people around Eve's age of 18, "One for thine enemy and one for thy soul." Of course, what they were talking about, which was seemingly all anybody talked about now, was the small designs atop of everyone's collarbones. Each shimmering ivory mark was completely unique; the design just above your heart matches the mark your soulmate carries and the pearly design over the right collarbone, however, is for the person who will be responsible for your destruction. Given at the age of 10, the marks don't change, or weren't supposed to. Looking in the foggy mirror, Evelyn briskly touched her unnaturally identical marks. For over seven years they had been starkly different, then, her right mark morphed. The change itself wasn't gradual, it was more of a flicker. Quickly sinking into her skin and reappearing like ink in water, raising to the surface in haste. Her "enemies" mark only transitioned once, with no warning the change sent a painfully hot prickle through her body and the fresh design seemed determined to remain, as fate usually is. Only one conclusion could be drawn from the spontaneous conversion; her infinite love was going to be her earthly destruction. She tried not to think about her twin flaws because even the thought scared her. Evelyn slid a towel around herself and spritzed on her perfume leaving a warm scent of roses with notes of vetiver lingering in the air.
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Barmecide
Romance"My faith is that I'll fault, the pastor of my self destructive church". Story idea! Let me know if I should continue. Thanks, Mackenzie M.
