Rose Tinted Glasses
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Everyone is born with a name on each wrist. One for your soulmate and one for your enemy. No one can discern which is which until you meet them.
The people who's soulmates left them, lose the ability to be able to see color or simply they could be born with this rare feature. As for the people who experience love in their life see the world in such vivid color no one has seen before.
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