There is a tattoo on everybody's arm. It shows the day you were born and the day you die. Nobody is nervous on the day they die. Nobody except me.
Today is the date after the date on my arm. I am still alive.....
In this world, everyone had a tattoo of their soulmate's name. It was a mark that appeared on their body on their 16th birthday, a constant reminder of the person they were destined to be with. The tattoo was unique, often placed in a spot that felt personal, somewhere intimate, but it was universally recognized as a sign of fate-a connection beyond time and space.