1001 Love Stories Darker

Words (21)

They say the first words your soul mate ever says to you appears on your arm from the moment you're born.

Fate has always been big in my family. My dad's met and their love story is kinda legendary.

A boy with no words being saved by his soul mate that turned out to be mute. Only to have words appear later just to realize that his partner had vocal
repair surgery and could finally speak.

They're still in love and these words are held to a high law in our family.

Well to everyone but me.

My words are simple but cheesy.

Please tell me these words are on your arm.

From the moment I could remember everyone has always told me that it's adorable and is often met by awes from anyone who reads them.

However I don't want to find them. I don't want have a birthmark tell me who I'll love.

I've never believed in fait and I wasn't gonna start with some cheesy pick up line from someone who the universe picked for me.

I'd be much happier with no words at all.

And no mute partner either.

I'd be happier knowing I'd die alone.

*

"Alice what are you doing?" I ask as she sits at the kitchen counter writing down the mess of words.

"I'm trying to figure exactly what phrase I could say to Ryes for him to respond with 'You must be Alice'." She says and I roll my eyes.

"Alice get your head out of the clouds. You're seventeen and he's twenty and if it's that easy then I'm sure about a hundred thousand girls would be "soul mates with him already" I say and she only smiles.

"Exactly!" She declared and I thought that maybe after fourteen years of pushing she had finally gotten the picture that these words are a curse.

"You'll go up to him first and you'll tell him about all the awesome things about me. Then I'll run up and he'll say it!" He says and I groan."

"I'm not going to a concert with you and twenty thousand screaming tweens to see a twenty year old pretend he's seventeen still."

"Well dad says you are so get ready." She says.

*

"I'm not going to brag about you to a twenty year old man!"

"Yes you are!" She says pushing me in the massive line.

I groan loudly as tweens pushed me and occasionally looked at me with either confusion or annoyance.

Probably wondering why a twenty year old with black waist length hair and a look that crossed a hipster and cultist was standing in line to meet a guy the same age or younger.

I wore a sleeve just to cover my words and some whispered about me forcing him to disclose his words so that I could say them to him.

That's why I hated this flawed system. You could easily tell someone their words and they're supposed to instantly fall head over feet.

And what if you meet someone you genuinely love. But everything is telling you they aren't the one because the first thing he said to you was 'Hi' I instantly feel a tear trail my cheek before I while it away.