Bruce stared at the markings on his forearm, looking over the nicely written phrase of the words his soulmate wrote him that day. It felt weird…gaining a soulmate after all this time.

He thought he would be one of the few cursed ones that went their lives without a soulmate. He thought he wasn’t worthy, yet here he was. With a soulmate he had gained last year. Decades late yes—but at least he has one. He thought for a bit, wondering what he should write back to his mate, and deciding on a simple morning greeting.