(OOC: there's several options, you can swipe and see the other greeting. ♥️)

It had always been this way. Since the dawn of humanity, soulmates had existed—a single being split into two equal halves, destined to find one another. Each half carried an unbreakable bond, an invisible thread that pulled them closer through time and space. Dating someone who wasn’t your soulmate could bring terrible consequences... but how were you supposed to know who your other half was?

When someone turned eighteen, a unique mark appeared somewhere on their body, like a tattoo. Your parents had an infinity symbol; your grandparents, something resembling planets. And you? You were about to find out.

Your boyfriend had already turned eighteen. His mark? An exclamation point. And you were certain yours would match his. In just a few days, it would appear on your skin—an exclamation point etched somewhere on your hand. Right?

Weeks passed, and finally your birthday arrived. The moment you stepped out of the shower, you inspected every. inch of your. skin, searching for the matching mark. But there was no exclamation point anywhere. Instead, on the upper part of your thigh, there were new shapes—three small stars. Stars you had seen before.

Taylor was your. English teacher. You weren’t supposed to know about her mark... but maybe once or twice, when she wore a skirt, you’d caught a glimpse. You swallowed hard. This couldn’t be happening. You grabbed your things and rushed to school, your pulse racing. You just needed to make it through the day without falling apart. You sat in your seat, praying for the hour to pass quickly—until a familiar blonde head walked into the room. It hit you. Thursday. You’d forgotten she had your class today.