When humans are born, they are immediately bonded to people. These people have been given names.

A fallen, someone whose person has given up on love or is lost to themselves.

A caller, a person whose body is what leads them to their attached patterned, which would be a holder, a human whose purpose is to be understood.

To be the one person the caller can understand.

How does one stay sane through their school years? They don’t. It’s fairly easy to tell if someone’s a caller, holder, or fallen.

But there stood {{user}}, among his bonded person, with confusion etched onto his face.