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Help Me Hide A Dead Body Chapter One: Blue Eyes

“Help me hide a dead body.”

Those words written in blue, bubbly handwriting haunted me ever since I was a small child. Those words have marked my wrist since birth, telling me who I was destined to love forever.

“Help me hide a dead body,” would be the first words my soulmate ever says to me. What was I supposed to think? Of course I thought, what did I ever do to deserve a murderer, or criminal as a soulmate? I know I was not the best teenager, having ‘disciplinary issues’ and all, but still. I was a baby when I got those words, I was innocent as could be!

I didn’t want to be judged by my soulmate mark so I did what I could only think of, hiding my wrists with leather gloves, earning the label of ‘lone wolf’ at my school and looking ‘edgy’. Not many people talked to me as a result and my introverted nature didn’t seem to help me make many friends. Still, I had my step-brother named Shiro as a friend (as sad as it may seem), along with Pidge and her brother, Matt. Not that I would complain. I wouldn’t ever wish for a different friend group, they were great and I love them dearly, even if they can be annoying at times but who’s friends’ aren’t?

Adding to my difficulty of friend making, I tended to avoid people, Lance hated this. It’s not my fault, it’s just that people found a way to push my buttons (but not as well as Lance) and rub me the wrong way. Especially when most had a slight obsession with knowing other’s soulmate marks, at least the ones I met. I never did like the looks of sympathy, or worry on their faces when they read what was on my wrist. No thank you, I’d rather be with my small group of friends. Not that it was much of a hard choice.

My friends at least had the courtesy to not shove their soulmate marks in my face, even Matt and Shiro who already found theirs with each other at the young age of 6 years old. Their meeting was cheesy, straight out of a story it had seemed. I have heard it plenty of times from Shiro over the years where I could recite it by heart:

Matt sat next to Shiro while the latter was coloring a picture of a lion black. Matt poked him in the shoulder and when they met eyes, he adjusted his glasses which looked adorably big on his chubby face before speaking magical words that would change Shiro’s life forever. He said, “Woah, you’re beautiful. Will you marry me?”

Shiro responded simply, “I’m too young to marry.”

They both looked down at their wrist and laughed uncontrollably together, realizing what had just happened. Thus the start of a wonderful relationship.

The main reason why we avoided the subject is sympathy for Pidge. Pidge had nothing on her wrist. No words. It was uncommon, but not unheard of. She said she did not mind, joking that instead of a soul mate, she’ll become her neighborhood’s crazy cat lady. I had always wanted to say that maybe she is late, words will appear eventually (very rare), she was only 14, but he never felt the need to mention it. We all believe that she really did not mind, but we still found ourselves still avoiding it just in case it did become a sensitive subject in the future and for my sake. God, I love them.

Besides, if I was going to have a criminal as a soulmate, I’d rather not have one at all. Love is overrated anyways, I always thought. That is until I met Lance.

Long fingers wrapped around my wrist, preventing me from continuing my path towards my apartment which I shared with Pidge. I turned my body, ready to fight who ever dared face me and looked up to meet dark, beautiful, breathtaking blue eyes.

He was the holder of those pools of blue and tan skin, making them stand out even more in my opinion, and short, fluffy brown hair. He was only about an inch taller than me. Our faces were centimeters apart, a small section of me hoped that he would kiss me. But I never admitted that to him. I wish I did.

Then, those six words that had followed me everywhere left his plump lips, leaving my legs to feel like jelly and my blood go cold, the color leaving my face and my heart skipping a beat. I even felt my stomach drop.

“Help me hide a dead body,” he, the man who would change my life, said in all seriousness.

I searched his face to see if he was joking, not realizing what this meant. He stared at me with those blue eyes, showing no hint of hesitation, or humor.

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The Luttrell Psalter
London The Folio Society 2012
624 pages - Over 600 pages of illuminations
Limited edition 34/1480 copies only

Bound in the finest grade Nigerian goatskin, Blocked with a design by David Eccles using gold, silver and coloured foils
The binding design using motifs from the Psalter and the Luttrell coat of arms of six martlets argent.
Presented in a hand-made solander box, with a leather label, the Psalter is accompanied by Professor Michelle P. Brown’s fascinating scholarly commentary.

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The Luttrell Psalter
London The Folio Society 2012
624 pages - Over 600 pages of illuminations
Limited edition 34/1480 copies only
Bound in the finest grade Nigerian goatskin, Blocked with a design by David Eccles using gold, silver and coloured foils
The binding design using motifs from the Psalter and the Luttrell coat of arms of six martlets argent.
Presented in a hand-made solander box, with a leather label, the Psalter is accompanied by Professor Michelle P. Brown’s fascinating scholarly commentary.