chapter one

the first words you hear from your soulmate are tattooed in thick black ink on your wrist. each day, you wait in agony for someone, anyone to say those three little words. you needed to hear them, desperately, you just didn't know by whom. until one day, unsuspectingly, you hear them.

{john murphy fic from the 100. set in the first season. please note this was originally seen on my writing tumblr account @/subtleish in 2017, so please excuse any errors! thank you}