Falling snowflake, the brightness from street lamp and decorating colors lights, pine trees in adornments of holiday, sound of Christmas songs repeated all over with people in warm clothes walking pass by each other, seemingly all happy in the celebration of Christmas night. His gray-eyed gazing nonchalantly around at the couple with their hands holds, families with their smile curved on expression or even loner who seem to sunk in the cheerful atmosphere.

Levi glances down at his wrist, the black alphabetic tattoo of soulmate name hint since birth, and his eyebrows frowned.

There were a tale to be told about people that have black tattoo on their wrists, said to be lucky ones whom connect to their fate-soulmate. For all of his life, Levi never met that so-called-soulmate of his, he thought it was a childish fantasy and no amount of proves from his friends or scholar could told him otherwise.

Exhaling of his own nonsense thought, Levi glancing up and about to walk forward but his footstep froze with his eyes widen, the ringing sound of bell in his ears loud and the echo of his heart beating like a drum. His soul feels like its piecing together with another half and he looked down on his wrist once more only to saw the black alphabetic tattoo turning gold.

He has found his soulmate — and his soulmate is you.