Connected-Peter Parker
Throughout your time you wondered why a stupid mark told you your social class. Your social status in life and more importantly trapped everyone who didn’t find their matching mark. Who they were supposed to be. One stupid little mark controlled your entire life from who you were to who you would become. Granted you could be free until you found your soulmate. Some who met their soulmates but hadn’t fallen in love reported feeling the other’s pain. You felt your soulmate's pain ever so often. Only when they must have dangerously hurt themselves. Until you met Peter Parker. A nerdy teenage boy from the same school. He was into Star Wars and hanging out with his friends. You were just an admirer from afar. Until you were partnered with Michelle Jones better known as MJ. Beforehand you felt the same every day. Get up, get dressed, go to school, come home, and listen to music to drown out the sorrowful home that you lived in. Every day was hard for you not just to live without any motivation. You felt as if the walls were crushing you as you did the same thing. Anything else would be out of line. Take care of the cooking and the cleaning. Make a list and check it twice like Santa Claus in December. Insecure about the fact everyone else had found their other. Meanwhile, you were slowly drifting away. Metaphorically and literally in a sense, you had so much pressure to be perfect. Don't let the people see behind your mask. Your baggy clothes weren't a style. It was what you had although they were ripped they were clean. You had clothes on and it mattered. Although sometimes you didn't feel like it because the little voice in your head screamed so loud at you. "Smile but not too big." Your little voice lectured "What if your soulmate hates you?" They taunt you from the inside of your head telling you false news like the fake tan on the T.V. By the next day you felt pain from your soulmate. They must have been injured in a brutal accident. The bruise forms underneath your shirt. Told the story they were alive yet hurt. The black and blue hues collided with purple and yellow tinges. Writing a note like another tattoo. It gave you another insight into their lives. Along with another insecurity to hide. Shockingly your tattoo was assigned at birth but developed attractively at a later age. Attraction is something people who are smart or pretty have. Along with something big like a new fad or diet. By seventeen you were told you had to find your soulmate or else you would die. Just like the time you were told Galaxy Print would never go out of style. Another trend of something over-hyper for the time being. Infant, it wasn't true all that would happen is your soulmate as well as you would walk through life unknowingly. Going home you bumped into Peter. Not metaphorically either, colliding into his body because you looked down to change the song. Music was the only thing you couldn't live without. It helped reduce the weight of the world. By slightly scraping off the wet mortar and tossing the bricks of your body. Peter went to help you up, and when your hands touched so did the tattoos. He grabbed your arm and the inside of your wrists had the mark. You each had unlocked new abilities. Rare for a soulmate couple. However, every seventy years give or take a couple could be granted. Maybe that was what the hype was about? Never actually fall in love with someone perfect for you. Because the flaws make it fun. Life, love, the everlasting spiral of life until the bliss of death consumes you with all your powers to regenerate into a new child. So when one day you feel a twinge of emotion trapped behind your ribcage. You release the blossoming butterflies. Finding Peter knowing he can feel it too. Maybe it was worth it to go to hell and back to fund your soulmate. Yet you never knew he was right underneath you. Your soulmate is and forever will be Peter Parker.