[WP] People are born with their soulmate's name tattooed on their arm. Watching TV one day, you realize that the celebrity that is being interviewed has your name on their arm.

With nothing to do, I flop down onto the couch. Picking up the remote, I flick through the channels. "News, sports, cartoons, some reruns...ugh, there's nothing." I lament to no one in particular.

I click the next channel button furiously like my life depended on. After a few good seconds and a almost broken finger, I stop on a random channel. Might as well watch this. As I look at the screen a celebrity came on. A look of disdain came across of my face, I was so tired of hearing about this person. After a few moments of debating with myself, I decided to just watch it and make fun of whatever antic they got up to.

I continue watching the screen, captivated by this person's stories. I never heard their music before, only heard others make fun of them. I was moved by what inspired their music. It then played one of their songs, and it wasn't as bad as I thought. I wondered who they were singing about, because they sounded so hopeful and lost. Well sure I didn't really like them, but it doesn't mean I don't want them to meet their mate ya know?

A thought strikes me, if they are so famous, why haven't they met their mate yet? It should be a lot easier than those of us who aren't so famous. Before I could finish the tangent I was on, the celeb lifts their arm. Asking if anybody knew the person on their arm. I catch a glimpse of it and the blood in me freezes. My heart stops with my hands cold and shaking. On their arm, clearly written: wolfie7310.

It couldn't be me, right? I mean there must be other's with my name as well...right? As the blood unfreezes, my body instantly heats to the point of burning. Making my thoughts run all over the place, taking over everything. Surely it's a mistake.

I look at the scar of my arm where a name was suppost to be placed. I never got to see the name, and no one cared to remember when it was their. I place my hand on the scar, rubbing it lightly, like it was going to magically bring what was lost. I stop and look back at the screen, the pained expression of the celeb's face. I feel sad for them, but convince myself it's not me. I look at them one last time. A stranger, yet so familiar. Though I destroy that thought as soon as it was formed. Their lives are always being reported on, so of course it would feel like I knew them. I sigh turning off the screen and carry on with my life.

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