[ WP ] Everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle . Whenever you 're responsible for someone 's death , a copy of their tattoo appears somewhere on your skin . Your best friend 's tattoo just showed up on your wrist , even though your best friend is alive and sitting right next to you .

`` I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.'' 
 
 He holds my hands as he leans into me. As we kiss I feel a burning sensation on my left wrist. As i look I see my husband's sign slowly disappearing into my skin. Was it really there? I looked back at him. He had n't seen it. He was looking out at our family and loved ones. 
 
 `` Keep moving'' i thought to myself. I held onto him tightly as we walked down the aisle. 
 My side ached. I felt like I was going to be sick. His sign. I knew I had seen it. 
 
 All I can think as I kiss and hug all of our guests that day. `` He ca n't die. He ca n't die.'' It rotates with `` My fault?! My fault.'' 
 I'm not listening to anyone. I do n't think they expect me to. They've seen how stressed I've been these last few weeks. I must just look so stirred up from the emotions of the day. 
 He notices however. Eventually he gets me aside and asks, `` what's wrong?'' 
 
 `` Well somehow I am going to kill you.'' Was the first answer that came to mind. Instead I went for the altogether preferred scenario- I lied. 
 
 `` Nothing. Why would you think something is wrong?'' 
 `` Okay it just does n't seem like you think this is the happiest day of your life.'' 
 I looked at him indignantly. A whole lot of hurt welled up. Not just from today, not just from the tattoo, but from being lied to. From losing what I had thought was years of trust and belonging. From seeing him with her last night. It stoked an anger that I thought I could keep deep inside at least for one day. 
 `` I guess it's not.'' 
 And my wrist burned again. I did n't have to look to see what was there. His eyes stayed locked on mine. He finally just nodded and walked away. When I looked down, his sign was a bit deeper in shade and clearer in shape. A purple sunset with an oaktree in the center. The tattoo on my ankle was a willow with a purple sunset. I always thought that was a sign we were soul mates. Maybe just connected. 
 
 I watch as it fades again; this time slower. Maybe this would just keep happening through our marriage. Maybe it means that we did have fifty years ahead of us. Oh joy. 
 
 When you walk in on your soon to be husband and his best-ohdontworryshesjusta- friend, the night before your wedding you start questioning it all. So the idea that I could kill the man I had been dedicated to for five years was not out of the question, anymore. I guess the only question now is how I was going to do it. There are n't pockets in wedding dresses. 
 
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 My first post. Thanks for any feedback.
