Since birth, you have a black marking on your body, where your soulmate will first touch you. It bursts into colour when you and your soulmate touch.
Markus didn’t know what could possibly happen to him. The black marking where his soulmate would first touch him was wrapped around his wrist, and he couldn’t tell if it was him getting pulled by it, or his wrist being held, or his arm moved, or anything. But he knew his soulmate would at least, hopefully, be able to notice they had touched when they did.
He stayed home a lot, blind and unable to work due to it. He liked going out though, to the park, sometimes.
Markus was surprised when someone talked to him so randomly. He hummed lightly, nodding.
“It’s nicely warm, and rather quiet today. It’s nice.”, he agreed. He had his eyes closed, knees drawn up to his chest. Just enjoying being here, listening to the birds.
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