Written On The Heart

In a world where the name of your soulmate burns on your skin on the night of your 18th birthday, Minna wanted nothing but to feel the blinding pain everyone around her had described to be nothing short of something continuously stabbing your chest with a hot searing knife. It wasn't like she was craving the pain, no. She's no masochist. What she wanted was to know that somewhere, someone on Earth was destined to be with her. She wanted to look in the mirror and see a name engraved on her chest like it had always meant to be written there for everyone to see. Her 18th birthday came and go, but there wasn't the smallest hint of pain on her chest. No trace of even a single stroke of someone's name on her pale chest. There was nothing.