Oliver
It's been like this ever since kindergarten. A couple insults here, few kicks there, and pretending that I'm fine when I get home.
I know, you're probably confused, but I would be too if I were you. You deserve every right to be confused. Puzzled, even. First, the basics. You have probably noticed you have a black patch somewhere on your body. Albeit on your hand, your finger tips, or your arm. For me, well.. It's on my face.
You might be thinking, Oh, Oliver that's so romantic!
But no, it's not.. It's in the shape of a fist.
Leo
I'm probably everything you expect me to be. Popular jock in high school, a platonic girlfriend, though no one needs to know that, and my mark on my knuckles.
I've been praised all my life for this, ever since kindergarten when all the other kids started to earn their mark. The Sacred Mark, it's called. Most girls started to hang around me that year, hoping that they could become my friend or share a pencil and accidentally brush fingers. As for the boys, they all wanted to be friends with the kid, Who was so cool to punch his soulmate when he meets them. But hey, that was just kindergarten. In middle school, I started to notice some of the other boys avoiding some of the girls, their marks glowing even, or in most cases, their finger tips. I also started noticing some boys beating up another, more mouse-like boy. I felt bad about it, I still do, but I didn't do anything.
Now, I resent it.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Rainy Days
RomanceIn our world, everyone has a black mark somewhere on their body; of which is where their soulmate touches them first. Oliver tries so desperately so no one notices him, and the giant black mark over his left eye. Unfortunately for him however, they...
