Our Fingerprints - Michael Soulmate Au
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You stood at the threshold of the place. You hold your hands out to inspect them one more time before you go in. They seem normal to me, they are your hands after all. You squint to look at your fingerprints once more. You have been told from a young age that your finger prints are almost unique, that only one other person in this world will have the same fingerprints as you. That person being your soulmate.
So, here you are standing in the threshold of Finger Print Mania, the only and the largest fingerprint matchmaking service. On your eighteenth birthday you can go to one of their locations and get your fingerprint put into their database. Then if your soulmate’s print is in the database, or added, you and your soulmate would both be notified. In the notification is their name and anything else, like a special message, a location, or job.
The problem is that you didn’t know if you wanted to put your fingerprint into the database. The whole experience is completely voluntary. You had never felt so vulnerable as you felt right now in this place. What happened if he never put his fingerprint in? (At least you thought it was a he). Could you go about your years looking at everybody’s fingerprints without going insane?
It’s better to not know, you decide, turning around and walking away.
It’s better to know, Michael decides, walking inside of the building.
Some people stop to stare at the super star, phones where whipped out. It is Michael’s twentieth birthday, and only now was he putting his finger print into the database. When he was younger he was convinced that he would meet her naturally. Now, touring around the world and never being home caused him to rethink his plan.
It took a total of thirty minutes before he could leave. He waited in line for the first ten. You would think that not many people would be there, but people of every age was waiting in line. Then he got his fingerprints scanned. Lastly they gave him a sheet and told him to write his name and whatever else on it. Michael had been tasked with writing whole songs, but his first words to his soulmate stumped him. He was sure she was pretty, but how can you write that on paper, never seeing her before?
Michael ended up writing something lame. He said his name, age, the band that he was in, and then something about wanting to meet her. When he passes the paper over to the lady behind the desk. She smiles at him, obviously knowing who he was, and looks down at what he wrote. He could tell by how the smile slightly dropped that she thought that he would be more romantic or something. But no. All the fans always romanticized them.