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"Oh."
"Oh."
Our eyes meet, our lips echoing out a single syllable, entranced by each other's features. The ugly birthmark on my neck that I hated, peeled away, revealing the shy mark that hid behind it for years.
He simply smiled, revealing a black wristband on his left wrist, contrasting with his pale white skin. He removed the wristband, revealing the same mircale, but this time, I was able to see it in front of me, and finally appreciate it.
This is my story of how I meet my soulmate, in this world which marks determines soulmates, and a happily ever after.
I own nothing.