Aries
After what felt like hours of waiting, someone came. I stood up and waved.
"Hi! Hello! I need help!" Miraculously, the car stopped and a rather handsome boy about my age got out.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"My Vespa ran out of gas." He smiled at me.
"Well, then, lucky for you, I have a can of emergency gasoline in my car." He got it, and I noticed that his wrists were blank.
"How long have you known her?"
I ask. His brows crease in confusion as he turns to look at me.
"Huh?" I gesture to his bare wrists.
"Your soulmate. How long have you known her?" He glanced down at his wrist, then at mine and gasped.
"You. . . Me. . . Aries? Look!" He points excitedly at my wrists, which were now blank. I gasped and we locked eyes.
"We're soulmates." I breathed. He was everything I'd dreamed of. Kind, the type of kind that would help a random person at the side of the road, and cute, I find it adorable that he is as flustered as me, and hot. The kind of hot that normally would make me nervous, but with him it doesn't.
He pulls me into a giant bear hug, almost crushing me. I wrap my arms around him, close my eyes and try to mentally capture this perfect moment.
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The Sign Of The Sun
RomanceIn this world there are two names on everyone's wrist; the person's enemy and their soulmate. Each person has no distinction between the two of the names, for that is something they must find out for themselves. But once they find their soulmate, t...
