WRITERS BLOCK

OTP prompt

Whatever you write on your skin appears also on your soulmates skin.

The doodles usually appear around mid-morning at first. Then again, there's always something new some time after lunch. Every once in a while, I'll wake up to smudged drawing that have appeared during the night. Sometimes I even stay up to see if I can watch as they grow on my skin at three in the morning. If I'm lucky, she'll draw throughout the day, every few minutes something new will be introduced. All over my wrists and hands and thighs. She must be an artist, how often she creates. I've never seen anything more beautiful than her designs. Flowers and vines. Eyes and silhouettes. I'll be sitting in class, at the park, in my room, when I notice the black pen appear, stroke by stroke, on my skin. I can't wait to find her, so I can see her beautiful hands that draw such meticulous things.

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I look down at my hand again, trying to decipher what she wrote today. Her messy handwriting is smeared, but I love it that way. It makes it so much more her. Her words run off or are badly abbreviated. Her small reminders or notes make me smile whenever she manages to write something I can understand. Grocery lists. Dates and times. Phone numbers. People's names. Addresses. Sometimes she writes them every day, other times it's weeks in between, whenever she finds a reason, it's written down. I smile now, laughing at her feeble attempts.

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I need to find her. Every day it gets worse. The writing. The pictures. The self hate. The depressive poetry. Cuts and scars don't appear on our bodies but I have no doubt she has them. I need to find her before she does something she can't take back. I can't continue living knowing that the girl I'm meant to be with us hurting, in pain, dying. I need to hold her and tell her of all the beautiful things in the world. I need to take her far away where she'll forget all about the hurt. I need to find her before it's too late.

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One day I decided to try it out. Most people want to find their soulmate by chance, to make it more "real". I can't imagine missing such an epic opportunity, or wasting time without her. I sit in my room after school, a dark blue pen in my right hand. "Hi." I wrote on my left. A simple greeting which will appear on her hand. "Hey." A curly handwriting slowly grows and then a moment later, "Why haven't we done this before?" I hesitate, amazed at this moment. " My name is Macon." I put down. "Alice." Is my response.
We talk all the time now. Filling out bodies with ink, we make plans for the future. I don't think there is a single thing I don't know about her now. Now all I can do is wait for the day where I can finally meet her in person.

HAHA, I POSTED AGAIN. Woops, caps lock, I'm too lazy to change it. Oh well. Tell me what you thiiiiiinnnnkkk. Please. I wanna know. I put like, 20 minutes effort into this guuyyys. Come. On.