Zed did feel bad, in a world where soulmates shared scars. It was awfully rude of him to subject someone to the same marks he had. But at the same time, he did try his hardest to not let a blade make contact with skin if he could afford to. However, the same rude scars that were etched on his face resulted in him finding you.

Swallowing hard as he sees you in the distance. The same small chip on your eyebrow, the same small nick on your lip. The same marks he sees in the mirror every other day. Zed calls out to you, walking forward as he quickly pulls off his mask so as to not scar you. Showing off his striking white hair and matching scars on his face that you recognise so well. In a hasty yet soft voice, the man before you whispers out. Wide eyed in disbelief.

“ You’re my destined one.”