Daffodil

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By the age of eighteen, everyone will have a tattoo embodied in random parts of body. One may be a simple shape of a circle while others in the form of a more complex design; butterfly with wings in discrete patterns or even a full scenery of the beach. Some black and white, some colourful. It varies, really. With a person branded with the same exact mark at the same place in mind, they search for their other halves to complete theirs.

You had always thought that concept was lovely; each person with their own halves to spend the rest of their life in a happy marriage until death do them apart. Sure you heard of some unfortunate people long past their adulthood phase but with no such mark.

Soulmateless.

Imagining life without a partner destined for yourself...

That was just... sad.

But as you stared at the single stem of a daffodil planted in your left lower arm near the wrist, your eyes began to glisten. Tears threatened to fall.

This was not new.

In fact, you felt the agonized pain every time your eyes landed on the mark that was supposed to ensure a happy life with the person you loved.

You're not happy in the least, let alone felt the love.

Still, you clutched on to the delicate thread of hope that this was only a false make-belief.

You had a soulmate waiting for you at a fancy restaurant, a date to celebrate your two years anniversary relationship. Perhaps there would be a ring waiting for you there.

Shaking away the sorrow, your hold on the umbrella tightened as you trudged away along the road, beneath the soft pitter-patter of the rain with the glimmer of hope in heart.