May Death Do Us Part

In a dystopian world, when you turn 14 you can start to find your soulmate. It's very obvious when you find them- any touch from them will send sparks down your body, almost as if you have been electrocuted, but pleasant. And when you hear their voice, mmmm it's like pistachios. It's the best thing ever. But of course I wouldn't know.

At least I didn't until I met her.