Forbidden Love

Prologue

Mr and Mrs Lester were a very happy couple. They had one little boy and were expecting another baby any day now.

There was nothing wrong with their family. Everything was okay.

They lived in a world where, a few hours after birth, a sentence would appear on the dominant wrist of the child. This sentence would be the first sentence the child's future soulmate would say to them.

Mrs Lester's wrist read: "I'm sorry, miss!" It was such a common used phrase, that she was afraid that she would miss her chance.

But when she ran into Mr Lester, and he said those words to her, her entire body felt like it was on fire. She had found him.

Mr Lester's wrist read: "You are very handsome!" He had always held pride to this phrase. He knew he would grow up fine. And grow up fine he did. He had become a father to a beautiful boy and another one was almost here...

The child, the beautiful boy, was named Martyn. His wrist held a simple word: "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you in real life!" Those words caused proud parents to be even prouder. Such a sentence was only found on those who had a bright future ahead.

And then, on January 30, Mr and Mrs Lester became proud parents again. To another boy. They decided to name him Philip Michael Lester.

As they looked at the new born baby, smiles plastered on all three of their face, lines started to appear on Phil's right wrist. His older brother noticed this and pointed, giggling slightly.

Mother and Father looked as well. The lines became letters, letters became words and words formed a sentence.

Mr Lester gently pulled his wrist back as the family read the words before their eyes.

"Pete Wentz is my spirit animal."

The family went quiet. It was Martyn, bless, who broke the silence.

"Who is Pete Wentz?!"

Nobody knew what to say. Mr Lester stared at his wife, who, in turn, was staring at the wrist of their new born child. The woman's bottom lip was quivering.

"That's such a masculine sentence!" She mumbled, tears pooling in her eyes. "What if..."

"Don't say that!" Mr Lester said, his voice a harsh whisper. "He's fine. Phil is perfectly fine. He'll find a nice girl, one who likes this Pete Wentz and everything will be okay!"

Mrs Lester didn't say anything. She just hugged Phil closer to her body.

Everything will be okay...