Description
There is something that humans don't understand and have been wondering about for thousands of years, asking questions that go unanswered. What is it? It's birthmarks. Everyone has a birthmark. They are not your average birthmark. They always start out black but change into these beautiful, multicolored shapes on our skin. They are handprints, fingerprints, odd-looking shapes, impressions of lips, almost like lipstick marks. Some unfortunate soul has a black hand-print on their cheek. They are black spots on your knuckles as if you've punched someone who wore black ink on their face and now you can't get it off of you. But they've been there since birth. We still don't understand the hows of it, or really the exact why of it. They change color when you touch someone, or when someone touches you in the same exact way that the mark appears, swiftly fading from black to a multitude of colors, like a rainbow with every gradient of every beautiful color. But it's not just any person that changes your mark to that beautiful bright mark. It's your soulmate, your Significant Other. Everyone has a mark. Everyone except me.
Unlike the Others
