Here’s Day 16 of this challenge, and it’s going pretty great in my opinion ;). I like this story and I got it off of a Pinterest prompt haha.
Prompt: Soulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with a pen, marker, or anything, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin too.
It was a fine Friday afternoon when the first drawing appeared.
I was eleven and clueless- I had just got home from school and was sitting on the couch, sipping at apple juice when I looked down at my hands and suddenly saw a doodle- a small flower on the back of my right hand. It wasn’t there the next morning.
I was definitely excited, but I knew it would have happened eventually. Whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.
The next drawing appeared only a few weeks later. It was a note, reminding the person that soccer practice was at 5 PM on Saturday. When I looked at it the next evening, I could see that it was in the process of being washed away.
I wrote on my hand sometimes, doodling a smiley face when I was in school and bored, or scribbling on my hand with a marker.
But the first time my soulmate actually drew beautiful art, I was fourteen. I was in my best friend Meria’s birthday party and elegant flower petals appeared on my right arm. They winded up my arm intertwined with vines, and Meria was mad at me for weeks afterward because it took all the focus off of her. Our relationship never really survived that incident.
The art kept appearing. At first, it was exciting, a mystery- I tried writing messages on my hand to my soulmate but they never answered it. It was all just part of the game, right? But then I started to tire of the constant drawings across my arm. Then came the phase where I mused whether my soulmate was okay, if art was their coping mechanism and instantly felt guilty for my annoyance earlier. That soon led to an obsession with my soulmate. Who were they? We were supposed to fall in love. It felt like a betrayal, my thoughts an accusation.
I was seventeen when the most important event of my life happened.
I sat in a cafe with my friends Monty and Desiree, pretending to be texting my mom while sipping my latte so I could ignore their conversation. In reality, I was watching my leg as the colorful art was inked, bright orange toucans perched on purple trees in a pink rainforest with a yellow sky. I stared at it. It looked like a flower in bloom.
“Are you listening, Angel?” Monty asked in his posh British accent. If he wasn’t gay, I didn’t have a soulmate, and we weren’t just friends, I would have fallen for him just for that accent.
“Uh- what?” I mumbled, looking up. “I’m just texting my mom about…” I trailed off.
Monty raised his eyebrow. Destiny laughed a little.
“Classic Angel,” Desiree joked. Both of them were my closest friends ever, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell them what was going on.
“Oh, look- my mom’s calling!” I said quickly, picking up my phone and shoving it to my ear. “Mom?”
Monty didn’t look like he was buying it but I tried to ignore him.
“Hello, mom. Yes, I’m at the cafe with Monty and Desiree.” I left a gap so it was believable. “No, no, I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need a ride.” I paused again. “Oh, no! That’s- that’s horrible! Is he okay?”
Monty and Desiree glanced at me worriedly.
“I need to go,” I whispered at them.
Desiree nodded at me anxiously. “I hope everything’s alright! Stay safe, Angel!”
I waved at them and quickly rushed outside of the cafe, taking my school backpack with me. As soon as I got outside, I sat down on a bench and put down my phone. I looked at my leg again. The art had doubled in size, covering my entire right leg by now. I knew their last name was Fosse and figured out that my soulmate was left-handed, but that really was it. I didn’t even know if they were a girl or a boy.
All I knew was that today was the day that I would meet my soulmate.
The previous day, my soulmate had written an address on their hand- an address opposite of this particular cafe. I was so excited to have the chance to meet them, and I even wrote back a note: ‘xox -Angel, your soulmate’, which would have made no sense to them. They probably didn’t know that I was trying to meet them.
So here I was, walking on the street outside of my cafe, ready to meet my soulmate. I leaned on the window of a boutique- a craft supply store. It seemed perfect for my soulmate, knowing what I knew about them.
As I stood there, I absentmindedly started braiding my thick red hair and watched the passerby. I got to the end of the braid and looked down to tie my hair when I suddenly felt watched.
I looked up and my gaze was held by a young woman who looked around my age. She had light brown skin and frizzy curls and looked to be of mixed race. Her miniskirt revealed drawings up and down her leg that matched mine exactly.
She was my soulmate.
The girl took a few steps towards me and held my stare.
“You must be Angel. I’m Nyomi Fosse, your soulmate.”
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“And that,” I said lovingly, glancing at Nyomi, “is how we met ten years ago. It was the best day of my life and every day since has been equally amazing!”
Nyomi beamed at me in her beautiful white dress.
The priest smiled along with the rest of the crowd.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
So I leaned in and at that moment when our lips touched, my soulmate and I were wives.