- Two years ago -
I wasn't all that impressed with my tattoo.
Just like my life.
It was a foggy, oddly-shaped smear on my arm. It had no distinct character. Being a photographer, it kind of drove me nuts. At least give it a shape!
But, like everything in my life, I couldn't change it.
I just had to meet her.
And gods only know when that will happen.
It could take years! I could be deep into boring adulthood with a boring career when I meet her. She wouldn't know my funny, goofy, prankster side. She wouldn't see all the tricks I could do, or the things I could get away with. My brother was the real trickster of the two of us, and I was the smarter, but I still knew how to play that game.
If only she could see me as a bad boy.
Was I even a bad boy?
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Seeing in Color
FanfictionNot everyone has a soul mate. If you do, though, a black and white mark representing something special to your soulmate appears on your arm when you turn fourteen years old. At first, it is a smudge, but over time it gains detail. Only when you mee...
