ONLY YOU.
Growing up, you're taught that it's okay to love and to be in love. For some, love comes easy, for others, it doesn't.
On a teen's sixteenth birthday, a number appears on their palm, this number only belonging to one othe...
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True love was a made up concept. The idea that you "belong" to one person for so many years, and somehow manage to not get tired of that person just seemed too unrealistic to be true. However, for mothers and fathers, seeing their child's number was about as monumental as seeing them take their first steps. Rarely, very rarely, was a person never given a number, dooming them to an eternity of loneliness. Being given a number meant there was someone out there who was more than willing to love you, they would be willing to spend their entire life with you, all because of that damn number on their hand.
People who didn't believe the number were usually frowned upon, being seen as going against the ways of nature. I couldn't help but frown when the number appeared on my hand, because that was when I deemed the numbers inaccurate, and that the love that was meant to come with it was a scam. I remember how my family crowded around me as the numbers appeared on my palm, 17849.
I remember how the tears immediately welled in my eyes at the sight of them, and how I looked up to my mother, the grown woman grinning. "These don't match his," I whispered, staring at the numbers on my palm that were very different from those of my boyfriend. I remember how my heart had sunk the moment I saw the first 1, knowing his began with a 4. My family all began to share uneasy looks, nobody sure of how to comfort me, a newly turned sixteen year old with tears streaming down her cheeks, feeling anything but the happiness others felt during such a monumental moment.
"How are you going to tell him?" my sister asked quietly, a frown tugging at her lips as she watching her younger sister rubbing at her hands, urging the numbers to change. They all knew it was no use, numbers don't change, it wasn't possible.
I shrugged, hopelessly wiping my tears away. "I–I don't know... Do you guys think they ever get these wrong?" The room was silent, and I instantly knew they all wouldn't agree with me. "Guys please, I love him."
"You'll love this person more," my father mumbled, gesturing to the numbers on my palm. "They don't get these wrong baby, it just doesn't happen that way."
I shook my head, standing up from my seat. "Well they did this time."
"Venus-"
"No, I love Joey, and he loves me. The numbers are wrong," I raised my voice, my younger brother cowering behind our father. "I don't care, these numbers are stupid! I get to determine my soulmate, not these numbers."
As meaningful as my speech had been, it wasn't possible that everybody shared the same views as me. I still remember how Joey opened the door with a smile, wishing his girlfriend a happy birthday, and despite such a happy beginning, it ended with both of us crying, the door being shut with half of the couple on each side. Joey believed in soulmates, he believed the numbers, so he believed that despite loving me with all his heart, we weren't meant to be.
I was left with nothing but the numbers, and a broken heart.
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aaaand rose is back with another au sort of fanfic for tom, what a surprise!!!
I had this in my drafts for over a year now but for a different person so I've tweaked it a bit and now it's a Tom fic, so I'm super excited about finally writing this
also, I made it first person??? which is hella weird for me because I haven't written in first person since I was like fourteen soooo
