forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons

It was common knowledge how after you had met your soulmate, their thoughts about you would form words on your skin; almost like temporary tattoos. No one knew why or how this could be, but it was as natural as losing your baby teeth or going through puberty.Zon knew all of this, and he also knew he had met his soulmate, judging by how the words had begun showing up on his skin. He didn’t know who it was though, only that it must be someone in his school. Someone who was obsessed with his height and the dimples on his cheeks.Abandoned work.