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Decision means nothing to anyone anymore; the only thing they had to decide about is whether they wanted to eat, sleep, or talk. Not even if they wanted to date this guy, or this woman, or this dog, even. Relationships were created ever since you were born. You’d be given a number, which no one else had, and it would lead to you finding your soul-mate. Age was a number. It didn’t define us at all. A five year old could be an eighty year olds’ soul-mate. No one cared. You’d be whisked away from your family and had to live with that person. Of course, if you were a girl; you wouldn’t know how to find your own soul-mate. Girls only had one number whereas the boys had two.
On the girls’ left hand would be their number; their right would be nothing but skin. Boys had their own number on their right, and the number on the left would be the number their soul-mate and theirs would add up to. Say your own number was eight, and the boy’s was ten. If he had an eighteen on his arm, it’s possible he’d be your soul-mate. The only problem is: allot of people’s numbers could add up to that one. The only answer to it was if a girl’s right arm suddenly had a number; that meant she had meant her soul-mate; but she didn’t know who.
That’s the hard part. The hardest for me is thinking that my soul-mate has died, is a hundred years older than me, or is five. But nothing can be done.