Okay, but that world where you have your soulmate’s name tattooed on you. You never show the name to anyone but yourself and your soulmate, because it’s private, it’s taboo, not even to your best friend.
James and Amy were best friends, had been ever since they had met in the first grade.
They were never apart.
Every time that James peeked at his tattoo, he would smile.
They were 15 when he leaned over, whispering softly in her ear, “I’m so glad that you’re my soulmate.”
The look of surprise in her eyes was not what he expected.
“James… I… I’m so sorry. I don’t have your name.”
All the Amys in the world, and James had never imagined that it wouldn’t be her. He loved her, loved her more than he could admit.
She loved him back, but it wasn’t true love, how could it be.
They drifted apart, he stopped taking her hand as they walked, it was weeks in between times that they saw each other.
It was a month before prom, and they were at the store trying on clothes.
“Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think… could I… would they laugh at me if I wore a dress?”
“If they did, I’d beat them up. I’ll get this lady over here so we can figure out what size you are.”
It was after prom, sitting in the rented limo on their way home.
“Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think… could you… maybe not call me James anymore? That’s not who I want to be anymore.”
“Of course, What do you want me to call you?”
“Jenn.”
Tears ran from Amy’s eyes, smudging her makeup, not that Jenn cared as Amy leaned in for a kiss, their first kiss ever, a kiss that, when it ended, was followed by a whispered statement.
“I’m so glad you’re my soulmate.”