Description
When your soulmate dies, the color of your world drains away, leaving you with a black and white world. However, starting when a person is born, whatever their soulmate draws on themselves shows up on their own skin too. Maybe someone has a forgetful soulmate who always writes down dates, places, and times on themselves to remember. Maybe they have a playful soulmate who draws and writes silly things on their arm for fun. Maybe they have an artistic soulmate who likes to doodle on their arm and leaves remarkable drawings on their skin. You get the drift. Now, nothing has shown up on twenty-six year old Amanda's arm ever since she can remember. Lately, her life has been going downhill as she sinks into a cycle of depression and anxiety. Still, every day she traces the outline of a small heart on her wrist and hopes that whoever is on the other side might return it. Then one day, on the very day that Amanda's life takes a turn for the worst, a masterpiece presents itself to her. A blanket of beautifully artistic patterns cloaks her arm, along with a single sentence that makes Amanda's heart burst. "Sorry it took me so long, love." ⚠️‼️ Warning: Graphic depictions of sexual assault, self-harm, and sexual encounters will be included in some chapters of this book. If you don't feel comfortable with that, you are incredibly welcome to not read the book, or skip said chapters. ‼️⚠️
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