𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎; 𝙃𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔

Chapter 1

        Soulmates. Everyone had one, no matter who you were. A handprint was placed where they would first touch you, as well as one of their nicknames on the palm of it. People traveled far and wide to find their soulmate, trying to find who it was. Most people had their handprint on their hand, meaning they would shake hands and would know if it was their soulmate or not.

Some feel a heated sensation spread through their hand and arm; some get a cooling sensation. Somehow, though, you would always know if it was your soulmate, no matter if it was in the same place as where a lot of people touched.

People say the universe made soulmates to complete each other, being two halves of a whole. There were plenty of other stories as well. Some believe that having kids with your soulmate will make them stronger, happier, and healthier, but it didn't always happen.

Sometimes, the universe makes mistakes, and I was sure the universe had to have made a mistake with my soulmate.

I glared into the mirror, staring hard at the handprint. It was wrapped around my neck, and the name written in my soulmate's somewhat messy handwriting said 'Hoody'. It didn't matter how I tried to cover up the mark with concealer or foundation; it showed through, or at least the nickname did.

The bathroom door opening caught my attention as someone stepped into the dorm's bathroom. Upon seeing the face of my roommate, I sighed in relief. I grabbed my scarf and quickly wrapped it around my neck in order to hide the mark that I strongly disliked.

"Glaring at it in the mirror again, (Y/n)?" She said in amusement as she walked up to the sink next to mine.

"It makes me feel a bit better about it, Katie. Plus, you know I hate the damn thing." I huffed as I watched her apply some light makeup to her tanned skin.

A laugh bubbled from her throat in response to my words. "Yeah, yeah. I know how much you hate it, and I can see why. I mean, your soulmate must be a bad person because the first thing they literally do is strangle you."

"Yeah, and who goes by the nickname 'Hoody'? Like, what kinda nickname is that? It's literally an article of clothing." I groaned as I messed with the scarf, making sure the mark was fully hidden.

"You never know, babes." She smiled, blue eyes trailing to my neck for a second before focusing on applying her makeup once more. "You should wear your scarf less than what you do. I understand you might be a bit insecure about the mark or something, but people might find it cool that you have a mark in a different place than just your hand."

I deadpanned at her as I tightened the scarf. "Of course I'm insecure about it. My soulmate is literally going to strangle me." Katie's face twisted up a bit, but I just ignored it.

"I don't think they'll straight up kill you." She tried to reason as she began to pack up her makeup.

"I feel like being left alive would just be even worse. They'd probably kidnap me, torture me, threaten to kill me if I don't listen to them, and more."

She bristled through her teeth before smiling at me. "We should best get to class, right? Don't wanna be late for another one of Mr. Harrington's long and dreadful lectures." I sighed and nodded at her, loosening my scarf so it wasn't so tight against my neck before we left the bathroom.

Katie smiled at the sight before seemingly remembering something. "Oh, I just remembered. A few of our friends and myself are going out to a café later to hangout and eat. Do you want to join us?"

I thought about my schedule for a moment before nodding at her question. "Yeah, I should be free to tag along."

"(Y/n)! Over here!" I heard the call of my friend Stacy, who was sitting with four other people. I quickly walked over to them, a small smile on my face as I sat down. "How was the walk here? I hope it wasn't too far!" The peppy girl asked, grinning as her warm brown eyes settled onto me.