“Mh. Kinda.”, Markus replied. He had no clue how the spot of his soulmate must look like, other than cover probably their whole palm and underside of their fingers. There must be a lot of people with black palms. Shaking hands, grabbing someone, high-fiving, so many more things you did with other people as first touch. Even things like slapping someone.
“I just don’t want to be lied to again by someone.”, he murmured. Being blind meant he had to trust the other person when they said their spots turned colorful.
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