To fall in love is to mark your mind and soul with an image. To have your love requited is to make it as permanent as a tattoo. To have a love die is to change that beautiful image into a hateful scar, a reminder. At some point these words were so acknowledged as true that they expanded. It went from affecting only the mind and soul, to leaving a physical mark. A tally.
Red for a love alone.
Black for a love returned.
Faded for a love forgotten.
Scarred for a love passed beyond any's reach.
Copyright @TheLastSecretKeeper under any alias I recognize. Prompt from tumblr user, credit in description.
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Tallied Love and Other Brief Romance Stories
Roman d'amourBased on the Tumblr post started by "odetooda" with the AU: "in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist."
