It begins when you're sixteen. Every little mark your soulmate makes on their arms appears on yours. Mindless doodles. Class notes. Dicks from their annoying brother. Appointment reminders. Stray slip-ups. Intricate pieces of artwork. Everything. But you can never write back. For 19 year old Lacey Oaks, it was beautiful, detailed, intricate pieces of art. Buildings. Trees. People. All very Victorian. The occasional dick, which was quickly scribbled out. For 21 year old Emerson Barrett, it was mostly cuts.

"all I do is ruin things, it's all I'm good at.. I don't want to add you to that list." I looked down, but he spoke up again. "It would be an honour to be ruined by you." AP soysawce 2017

Ella era un ángel caído del Cielo, y de él se murmuraba que tenía ojos de Infierno.