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It freaked you out, honestly. The thought of being bound to someone for life. What if you ended up not liking him? What if you two divorced and you were never happy again? What if something tragic happens and you're lost forever? There'd be no recovery.

You sighed, pulling up your sleeves in a sorry attempt to get it over with; your tattoo is on your forearm, a picture of a skull with Italian flowers (you knew they were Italian because you couldn't help but research).

Today, you were going to the park. Nothing special, just to work out a little, beat the boys at school at basketball. You pulled your hair bacj, exited your house with a water bottle and headphones, and jogged your way there.

Once you got there, you found an empty spot in the lawn and started jumping jacks, your earbuds in your ears as you listened to Sunflower by Post Malone.

You did about 200 jumping jacks before a boy caught your eye and you stopped. You had an uneasy feeling about him. He had dark hair, pale skin, and wire dark clothing covering hid body. He turned to stare you in the eyes, and your tensing relaxed as you stared.

That's him.

That's him! That's your soulmate!

You were frozen in place, and so was he. Then, he moved, and you flinched. He pulled up his sleeve and checked his tattoo, you could see it as a lily and the moon--your favorite designs for pretty much anything. This was totally him.

You smiled, but choked on air. How are you supposed to feel? Out of every feeling, you felt anxious and excited the most. You found the ability to move and you ran over to him.

He just stared at you hesitantly and analytical, but you smiled cheekily and stuck out your hand, "[Your Name]."

He shook it slowly, "Nico di Angelo. Nice to meet you."