The black ink was peaking out of the hoodie she was wearing. I could see what looked like the start of a word. But I wasn't completely sure. I didn't want to assume. I moved closer. My fingers reaching forward to pull the sleeve down further. So my curious mind could see. "What are you doing?" I squeak. Looking up at the girl. Having a tattoo means only one thing in this universe. You know who your soulmate is. At the age of five, you can either receive a tattoo or not. Aphmau has never received one. She's seen people with their tattoos. But never experienced one herself. But maybe she never has to. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) has had a tattoo with someone's name on her arm for as long as she could remember. In the years there were things added. The tattoo has finished itself when she turned sixteen. And was consisting of many things. And then she meets the very person whose name is written on her arm. This is an original idea that does not follow Mystreet or MCD. If you like to use this idea then you have to ask. All artwork used n this book was taken off of Google/Pinterest. If you are the author and want me to take it down, please message me via Wattpad.All Rights Reserved