Every Romance Is Beautiful, But Ours Is My Favourite

The Enderborn

I'm not right.

There's nobody on this planet who has my marking. I've travelled the world. I've cried and screamed and begged for an answer but nobody has given me one yet.

Hopeless.

When he came I thought he'd be the one.

I was mistaken, obviously.

His eyes were a chilling turquoise. They froze me in place and sent chills down my spine. It was almost comforting, the calming sensation of the low temperature running up and down my back. I'd imagine that's what it'd feel like if I were a cat being stroked by a child after a cold winter's night.

But enough about that.

Those beautiful eyes caught mine in the crowd and for a second he froze too. My heart swelled and I thought he was the one. My mind was screaming for me to say something, but no sound but an unintelligent gurgle came from my lips.

His eyes moved on.

I could finally move again. I slipped into the crowd of strangers in the market and fiddled with my phone, quickly dialing a number I knew off-by-heart.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

She picked up.

"Lalna?" she sounded surprised. "Hey, is everything okay? You said you were setting off half an hour ago. By the gods, that taxi shouldn't be that slow."

I gulped. "I saw him." I said simply, my voice hoarse and raspy from my nervousness. "I saw him, Nano, I really did!"

"Who?" she asked, and I could practically see her eyebrow raise. "Who'd ya see? 'He' could be a lot of people. Zanta, Herobrine, Israphel-"

"My soulmate." I breathed. "I can feel it."

"Oh, by the gods, that's brilliant! Does he have the marking?" Her excited, quick tone babbled.

I sighed. "No. No, he hasn't."

Because he truly, truly hasn't.

My marking is quite complex, actually. It's a very detailed wolf with a crescent moon just above it. It's right on my collarbone, and Nano reckons it means I'm a wolf child.

But his isn't the same.

From what I could see, it was still a wolf, but with a very fluffy tail, and it's staring up at the full moon, not the crescent moon on my collarbone.

Pity.

Though, as the truth left my lips, I couldn't help but think of the odd black smudge just below the tail, and the strange blob of discoloured skin that curves around the moon...