I was born without a mark. Wait, sorry I need to introduce myself. I'm Alex Blaire and I once again, have no mark. It was a shock to the doctors as well as my parents to have a brand spanking new baby, without a single bit of black on them. They were so shocked, and ashamed, that they put me up for adoption. That's right, orphanage horror scenario for my miserable existence. And yes, it's exactly like all of those god awful books and movies. The keeper is a demon of unknown capabilities. And I have become the target of her wrath. My mentor, kind Mr. White, told me to start a journal documenting my emotions because "Its not good for young people to keep all their emotions bottled up like you do." So here we are, me and this journal. Condemned to spend the rest of our empty eternity together. Well that's all cause there's no more to say. Minus a farewell but that seems silly, to tell a nonsentient object goodbye. But why the hell not? Bye.
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The black
General FictionSoulmate AU. We're all born with a black mark. That mark occurs where your soulmate first touches you. Once your soulmate touches you, the space erupts into a rainbow pattern.
