Soulmates: An Alternate Universe Short Story

Soulmate: A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.


From the day I was born, I’ve had the same hand print shape on my wrist. It never changed, just grew with me. From Pre-K, Middle School, to High School and beyond. It wasn’t necessarily abnormal, everyone had one somewhere. Some people had the mark in their palms, or on their elbows, some even on their faces. We all knew what it meant. The mark symbolized where your soulmate would first touch you. Everyone anticipated the day they met their soulmate, which according to our teachers, was true even before the marks began to appear. Most people met their soulmate somewhere around ninth grade, if not before that, but I hadn’t. I waited through ninth grade and no matter how many times my wrist was grabbed, none of them were my soulmate. By the time I got to my senior year in High School, I had completely given up on finding my soulmate.

“Watch out!” I barely had time to jump out of the way as a blonde skated passed me and bumped directly into a redheaded girl, knocking them both on the floor. Instinctively the redhead grabbed the blonde’s arms and the blonde grabbed the redhead’s shoulders.

“Are you two okay?” I asked them, but neither of them answered. Their eyes had connected and just beneath the redhead’s fingers, I could see the blonde’s mark peeking out. They were soulmates. I gave a small content smile and turned away from them, heading towards a Starbucks. As I walked, the wind blew my brown hair behind me. I stopped at a crosswalk and waited patiently. I waited for five minutes and it still wasn’t my turn to walk, but I was almost late for school, so I stepped out into the road anyways. I was in too much of a rush to look for cars, so I didn’t notice the car speeding at me until it was almost too late. Luckily, someone else did. Before I could process what happened, I felt someone tug me out of the way by my wrist. My legs were shaking so much that I fell to my knees on the sidewalk. The person had already let go of my wrist and was now kneeling in front of me.

“You should really be more careful.” The person in front of me had a soft, relieved smile on their face and I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. “Good advice.” I breathed out. The person stood up and held their hand out to me. Their mark was clearly on their hand, but I didn’t take my time to process that until I had already used their hand to put myself up. They didn’t let go of my hand immediately, and I was grateful because their hand comforted me. “That was one heck of a way to meet your soulmate.” They chuckled and I smiled, accepting the realization with open arms.

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