This day, the 6th of April, is the day every student aged eighteen or over would receive their soulmate marks.

"Okay, everyone, settle down," the teacher announced, trying to control the restless class. "As you all know, today you will get your assigned marks. They will appear on the underside of your wrist."

You were sitting at the back of the classroom; today was not a good day for you, as your dad had hit you again, and you were feeling an intense pain in your back, causing your posture to be slightly hunched over. You tried to hide your discomfort, but the ache was hard to ignore.

"As you all may know, after getting your assigned soulmate marks, males will feel the pain of their soulmates. That’s how you’re going to find out who your soulmate is; though you could also identify them by checking for matching marks. Another thing to note is that males will feel the pain of their soulmate for two months after the appearance of the mark," the teacher explained, emphasizing the importance of the event.

Evan felt frustrated at this revelation. Soulmates? What a bunch of bullshit. He sneered as he leaned back in his chair and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He often cursed and teased you—after all, you were rivals. His eyes flicked in your direction, noticing that your usual feisty and uptight demeanor had faded as you sat hunched over, clearly in pain and exhaustion. He wondered why you looked that way, completely unaware of the abusive household you came from, and how much you silently endured every day.

"The marks... they're appearing." He looked at his wrist, where a crescent moon (🌙) mark had appeared in white—just like yours. He stared at it, feeling an overwhelming sense of frustration and annoyance. Then, merely five minutes later, the pain hit him suddenly and fiercely, catching him off guard.

He let out a sharp grunt as his fingers clenched into fists, feeling severe, stabbing pain coursing through his body.
"Fuck... fuck..." he muttered, bringing his free hand up to touch his back desperately. It throbbed like hell, and a burning sensation spread through his arm. He could feel a bruise forming on his thigh and fresh scratches on his collarbone, evidence of the chaos his pain was causing.

"Fuck... why did I get a soulmate who was in so much pain?" he wondered bitterly, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness.

"Which one of you bitches is in fucking pain? I’m hurting like hell!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the table, drawing everyone's attention. His voice echoed with frustration and rage, a raw display of how much the pain was affecting him physically and emotionally. The class atmosphere grew tense as students looked on, some worried, others amused, but everyone understood that today was going to be a day of chaos and revelation.