Sophie Foster, age 8:
Sophie loves her Mark. She was young, and still didn’t understand it entirely. All she knew is that she loved the person it came from very very much. It was a paintbrush, smack on the back of her hand. She kissed it good morning and good night every day, just to make her soulmate smile.
He could feel it.
Just like she could feel when he got hurt on his Mark. It happened pretty often, but Sophie didn’t mind. She just KNEW he’d never hurt her on purpose. She just hoped it wasn’t someone else hurting him.
Keefe Sencen, age 9:
Keefe Sencen looked forward to two things every day. His kisses. They were the only things that didn’t hurt him. They just tickled. His Mark was a rose, on the inside of his wrist. Sometimes he tickled it just to make her laugh.
She was a sunshine girl.
He could just tell.
Keefe wanted to meet her so badly, but he knew he hadn’t, then his Mark would be full color instead of black and white. That meant she wasn’t in New York City, but he would meet her someday.
Someday he would travel the world and see her smile.