I have never met my soulmate. I'm positive that if I ever met them, they'd hate me. I'm an artist that constantly draws on her arm, so that means they also get them on their arm. I was fine of the idea that we'd probably never meet, until I got curious.
I wonder if I could talk to them by writing on my arm? I mean it isn't the worst idea...
I grabbed a pen and wrote on my arm:
Hey.I almost immediately saw a message:
Hi! :)That's when I knew we'd become great friends.
~•~•~Time skip~•~•~
Roman Pov
I was going to bed, and I remembered that I was going to a party tomorrow, so I scribbled the address on my arm and went to bed.
~•~•~The Next Day~•~•~
Your Pov
I was folding laundry, when I saw a note on my arm: Party at 4- (insert address here)
So my soulmate is going? I checked the time. 3:35. Better go now.
I walked into the party, and I immediately saw my soulmate with his arm covered in my drawings. I scribbled a note on my arm and walked over.
Roman Pov
I was sitting at a table, when I saw on my arm: Found you.
And then I looked up and our eyes met.
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FanfictionA book filled with science jokes, disney references, dad jokes, and a little bit of angst.