In this world, when everyone turns 18, they get a soul mate. Whatever they write on themselves, it appears on you.

Alec was never open to the idea of 'soulmates'. He didn't think he needed one. Or, deep deep deep down, he thought he didn't deserve one. But of course, he'd never admit that.

You know him. Everyone knows him. He's notorious in school for being a bully. He gets into fights. He has bad grades. He doesn't care about the school. He is seen as a troublemaker.

It was another school day. You left your calculus class and turned down the hallway to go to lunch.

There were noises coming from a dark hallway, one of the unused ones that have old classrooms that are also unused. Sounds of someone being pushed against a locker caught your attention.

You peaked and saw him, Alec. He was bullying someone again, pouring a bucket of cold water over poor Beu's head.

His friends were just laughing. Then you saw it. He had a little black mark on his wrist drawn in sharpie, a smudged heart, as if he tried to scrub it off.