I Love You To The Moon And Back - J.S.
Word Count: 441
Genre: Fluff, Soulmate! AU
Y/N sighed for the nth time as she looked at the mark on her wrist.
She got her soulmate mark on her 18th birthday. Three years ago, she got her soulmate mark. It guides a person in finding their significant other. Little stars were scattered on her wrist, almost like a bracelet, and then there was a crescent moon on the middle of her wrist, where the stars collide. She traced the small stars with her fingers, touching them gently.
She should be happy, she thought, but she wasn’t. Soulmate bonds weren’t as successful as they seemed to be. The people around her, the ones that have found their other half, looked broken, sad. It was like they loved each other too much, they burned out. Just like a match. Y/N didn’t want that to happen to her, she expected that she would turn out just like her aunt, markless. Soulmate less. She figured that she, like her aunt, would be able to just live life by herself, with no broken relationships to fix.
But she found herself writhing in pain in her bedroom once the clock struck twelve, feeling hot searing pain upon her wrist, as if something was being encrusted on it. She knew. It was her soulmate mark. She remembers feeling gloomy, as if the day of her doom had came. But she remembers so much people congratulating her, telling her how beautiful and intricate her tattoo was. All she wanted was to get rid of it.
She hated the mark like everyone hated pineapple on pizza. She hated the way it looked, how scattered it was. She hated that it made her skin look dirty. She would spend so much time scrubbing it off of her wrist until it turned red and irritated. She spent so much time finding the right shades of makeup just so she could hide her mark away from the world. She hates it.
She used to hate it. Until she met him.
The way his raven hair fell in his face, covering it, made her feel warm and loved. The way his eyes would form small crescent moons like the one on her wrist everytime he smiled made her feel like she was special. The way he talked, so smooth like honey calmed her nerves of an unsuccessful soulmate bond. The way he touches her makes her feel right, makes her dirty looking tattoo beautiful. The way he looked at her, with those big brown eyes so full of love, made her feel beautiful.
And it made her think that maybe, just maybe, the soulmate mark wasn’t so bad after all.