Markus was weary of soulmates. They were supposed to be perfect for one, right? Maybe not meant for dating, but rather friends, but at least still meant to just click. Like each other, be there. But since he was blind, he couldn’t trust anyone. The first time someone had claimed to be his soulmate had been the worst. Some abusive asshole thought it funny to use him.
It was only thanks to his older brother that Markus got away from that and could live on his own again. It didn’t stop him from trusting the second person who claimed to be his soulmate, who also just used him because he was blind, and had a rich brother.
He was thankful to be alone again. He had been home for a few months again, having lived with his brother for a while after his last relationship a year ago. He felt better now, okay again, and ready to face life on his own again.
He knew about the black spot on his skin, and that it very much was still colourless.
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