A Galaxy of Stars

A Purple Galaxy

The world was beautiful to Ray. Whether he woke up at 5am or 8am was neither early nor late. He simply wanted to enjoy and appreciate the beauty of the world.

That being said, he did not really enjoy the creatures inhabiting the world. They weren't evil beings who wished to hurt him but they weren't exactly kind-hearted enough to stand by his side and offer support when he needed it.

For this reason, school was not such a fun place for him. It wasn't that he didn't like the lessons, though he'd rather jump off of a cliff then solve an algebra equation, more that the people he was surrounded with didn't like things the same way he did. The one lesson he was good at and actively enjoyed was the lesson everyone else seemed to hate.

Right at the front of the literature class, Ray sat with his book open and a smile as wide as ever present on his face. The teacher would walk in, greeting everyone with a cheerful 'good morning' and Ray would smile in return. Excitement sizzled under his skin and he couldn't stop himself from grinning. Not that he'd want to; literature made him happy.

Focusing on the task on the board, his hand whizzed across the page and his mind worked overtime to absorb every new piece of information about the novel his teacher gave. Literature was truly beautiful. For it showed how to enjoy life despite its hardships.

"Class, you will have homework on this essay question so take some notes now -" his teacher started and Ray immediately scribbled a reminder on his hand. Essays weren't exactly his favourite thing to do but if it was about a novel? Well Ray could write a whole book on it.

Despite his sharp mind, he tended to forget things. Thoughts ran through his mind as if it was an Olympic race track and they each wanted the gold medal. Messily, he wrote a reminder of his homework on his hand.

His hand was a home for his thoughts. It was a to do list filled with the most mundane of tasks to the most random thoughts. Sometimes it even held a plot for a story he would probably never write but it was fun to dream of.

"Nova, I hope you're writing down the quotes on the board and not doodling again." His teacher's voice brought Ray back to the lesson. He looked behind him to see a girl, who currently looked like a living tomato, quickly nodding her head and beginning to write the quotes which Ray had finished writing 5 minutes ago.

Despite knowing that she was in his classes, he couldn't remember a thing about her. The only thing his forgetful brain could recall was that this girl was insanely good at physics. That alone made her stand out. How could anyone possibly understand and remember each of Newton's laws of physics or each equation and its importance to a specific question? He didn't understand it.

Then again, he didn't mind not understanding it. Literature was his subject and clearly physics was hers. That was all there was to it. Turning back around, he looked down at his messily scribbled note on his hand. Mentally noting that he needed to sort his handwriting out, he almost jumped when he felt ink forming on his wrist.

When did that happen? He didn't remember writing anything on his wrist. Glancing down, he saw a purple galaxy sitting elegantly on his skin, as if it had been there all his life. He was so awestruck by the beauty of it and the way the artist had so perfectly crafted the patterns that he failed to realise the true depth of what this meant.

A galaxy had appeared on his wrist. And a soulmate had appeared in his heart.

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Art creds to turtle !