[ WP ] Everyone has a unique tattoo/marking that they are born with , it 's exactly the same as their soul mates .

Freedom. That was the first feeling that had rushed through Rachelle as she drove away from her home of five years, belongings stuffed into the truck. Freedom from the man she had believed to be her soul mate. The one who had tricked her into believing he was the one for her, all because he had shared her blooming rose tattoo. Curse him for taking advantage of her easily-viewed mark on her arm! Rachelle could n't believe that his actual mark had been the sword on his stomach, rather than the matching rose on his arm he had procured after seeing her own. 
 
 After the initial bliss of finding her soulmate, the relationship began to go downhill. But Rachelle had held on, knowing that it had to get better; the tattoo proved it! Five years of hope. A different hope from that which characterized the first 20 years of her life, awaiting her soul mate. 
 
 Even as he cheated, drank, and gambled, she held onto that hope. A hope that weighed on her, pulling her down and away from her friends and family. 
 
 And then the discovery. A careless sentence spoken in a drunken stupor, and suddenly, the weight was gone. She was free. Free from the chains she had placed on herself. Rachelle knew, from then on, she would never rely on the tattoo. Never again would she place the reins of her life in anyone's hands but her own. 
 
 Rachelle continued driving, an armband covering up the rose. 
 

