Ever since I was little, I was told that I was special. I didn't know why, and I've always had this mark on the back of my neck that looked like a yin and yang symbol.
"Sweetheart, your special because of your blood type. It is not negative, nor positive. It is just straight zero. There is only one other person in the world who has the same blood type as you, so you two are mates. Because if one of you is dying of blood loss, the other can save that person." Is what I was told when I was twelve. I'm nineteen now. When I'm twenty I'm allowed to go find my mate.
"You two will balance each other out. One will be good, one will be bad. One will bring out the good in the bad, the other will bring out the bad in the good."
