We were all born with a tattoo on our left wrist; a countdown to the exact moment we would first look into the eyes of our soul mate; and I was going to meet mine tonight, around 8. My parents were soul mates; my grandparents were too; my brother had met his a few months ago and he’d been ridiculously in love since then. Everything around me seemed to work out just the way it was supposed to but I couldn’t help but be really skeptical about the whole thing. A part of me thought that people felt like they had to spend the rest of their life with the person that stood in front of them when their timer read ‘O’ and therefor convinced themselves that they were in love. Love was more than that to me; and no tattoo was going to tell me who I had to give my heart to, that was for sure.

In a world of black and white, seeing colour is achieved only through physical contact with your soulmate. A pendant acquired at birth has the first words said to you by your soulmate. That's how the world works. Amber Paisley doesn't care for any of this. That is, until she bumps into someone on the street, and colour blooms before her eyes. It's breathtaking, and being without it - it hurts. She is amazed, until she sees who it is that the world tells her is her soulmate. She'd have anyone else, anyone. Just not him. ------------------------------------------------------ #1 in colour #1 in color #1 in prompt #5 in fiction *Contains infrequent mild language* EARLY WORK AND NOT YET EDITED (please excuse any mistakes / a lot of cringe but do still read if you wish!) Cover by @IndigoBunting