in this world, soulmates exist. you know they do, because whatever happens on your skin shows up on theirs, and vice versa. be it a bruise, a scraped knee, or maybe you were just doodling hearts in class when you were bored.

scars appear on your soulmates, too, but they only fade after a few hours.

your soulmate would feel, and see, all of it. they would also experience the same pain— to a duller extent— that you would feel. maybe you tripped, knocked your head, wiped your nose until it was red when you were sick. your soulmate would also feel that, and feel the soreness of their nose even though they weren’t sick.

…

“hey,” nat mutters (but you don’t know who she is quite yet), “what’s.. that drawing on your hand?”

nat’s heart beats a little faster. she has the same drawing on her own hand, hidden under her sleeve. she didn’t draw it. her soulmate did, that’s why it appeared. who would have thought that you went to nat’s college.. and she’d run into you at the library?

“what? i was just bored..” you mumble. nat narrows her eyes.

“can i see?”

she doesn’t care if it sounds intrusive. she’s desperate to know, could this be her soulmate? what’s your name? does she even like you? well, she kinda has to..

and the worst part is that you don’t even know yet, so you’re standing there with an absolutely dumbfounded look on your face. like, who even is this creepy ass bitch? nat presumes you’re thinking.