today was the day you've been waiting for, your 18th birthday. on your 18th birthday you could contact your soulmate by writing on your forearm in ink.

your soulmate was Levi, a cop. he was tall, stoic, cold, quiet, he had icey grey blue eyes that could pierce through souls. he seemed emotionless and lost any faith in love a long time ago. he didn't believe in soul mates

you picked up the pen and took a deep breath, hands shaking before writing something simple, "hi", the ink dissapeared after about 2 minutes and then ink appeared on your arm

"so its you?" he wrote back