Metanoia

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The cold air brushes past me as I walk further down the dark street. My hair whipping me in my face and wrapping itself around my neck; like a vine, wrapping its self around the trunk of a tree. As I progress further down the street the street lights become less frequent and the wind becomes colder.

I started to run, not having a destination in mind. I son found myself in a park. The temperature felt to have dropped, if that is even possible. I noticed a shadow by a tree. This was a bad idea, I will just go back. Even though the current environment I was living in was suffocating I needed to leave safely. Not in the middle of the night.

I rubbed my hand on the back of my neck were my tattoo lay. Where my soul mates matching tattoo will lay as well. Mine is a small arrow pointing to the left. Nobody knows what my marking is, and I want it to be that way.

In the depths of my stomach I knew that my soul mate would be someone poisonous and destructive, just like everyone else in my life, but to protect myself I keep my marking hidden at all costs.

Little did I know, the shadow lurking in the darkness by the tree was my soul mate.