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Three words, dark as the night sky curled over his wrist for as long as he had been alive, reminding him that someone, maybe miles and miles away, would once still hold him close to their heart.
But would they ever hear him say those three words back?
Foreword
They say you only realize what you have when you are on the brink of losing it.
Twoshot, entry to: soulmate writing contest
'type' of prompt: your soulmate's words are written on your wrist.
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