This hellish curse I was born with. The word on the inside of my left arm. The last word that my soul mate would ever say to me before they died.<<< yeah that's cute, but imagine if it was another girl/guy's name
I run my hand over the fresh bruise on my arm. "I must have a particularly clumsy soul mate. I get hurt so much it's ridiculous. My soul mate must hate me cause it's ridiculous how many bruises and cuts i get.
you'd think this'd be taught in like grade 7 english class.