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I was born into a rather odd society. In my hometown, you are born with two tattoos. Both are permanent, both are backwards on your back so only you can read them when you look in the mirror.

Both are names.

One of them is the name of the person who will be your one and only true love. Your soulmate, per say. This person, you can’t try and find them. It’s against the law. If you attempt to sniff them out, you will immediately be sentenced with death. 

The other tattoo is the name of the person who will kill you. You can’t avoid this person. It will always be a specific person, never God nor the Devil.

But here's the thing: It is absolutely impossible to tell who is who.

And here’s the other thing: I only have one name…


Submitted: October 19, 2020

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