My Wrist Hurts ~Hiatus~

George had lived his whole life trying to be happy. He fools himself everyday, thinking that when he finally finds his soulmate he will feel everything come to place.

But how? He doesn't know his name, or even if they live in the same planet!

He only haves what everyone has: a soulsign. God created them so humans could get their faces out of their asses and do something useful in their life, and it has worked so far.

George hoped he gave him something more useful, tho. All he received was a vague frase, not even in his own language, written in his wrist.

And it hurted him so much.

Every look he tooked at that place pained him like a dozen needles. Tiny pinches right through his hearth, lethal.

Located in a world were happiness seemed to be given in a golden plate; were soulmates were real, and soulsigns can manifest in different ways. From red string to first words, passing through shared skin, eye colours, and even dreamwalking. It was so easy to find your ideal partner, right?

Bullshit.

A/N: I hope to upload every two or three days, and sometimes two days in a row. I hope the chapters are around 2k words each, except the first one xd.

The first days I'm gonna be more irregular with the uploading tho. I wish to have all the chapters written by the time I publish the 10th chapter or so.

The cover I did it myself, but I just traced a drawing I found online. I didn't draw the original photo, so credits to its original creator.

Hope you guys like it :)