Everyone in this world is born with an other half that supposedly completes them. Supports one another through everything they choose, no matter how negative or positive the outcome may be. Always there for you. A Best Friend.

Well, I personally believe that the whole thing is downright stupid. Why do I have to find someone to lean on, and in return be miserable with me?

No. I’ve learned just how quickly people will drop you like a overused hat the second they find there “best friend”. It’s pathetic. Sad, even, for both parties. I’ve learned to fend for myself for the last 18 years of my life. I’ve stopped making friends, because they don’t treat me like an equal when discovering there marked equal.

The mark of an ‘X’ is a disgusting reminder that the universe thinks we NEED someone there for us, and everyone is fulled by the sweet lies.

And that very mark shows up as I watch the news, though it’s not on my wrist. No. The ‘X’ on the person is surrounded by tattoos, making it almost blend in as one of the back art on his skin, if not for some strange…familiarity that fills my chest. It doesn’t show his face—though—I decide not to check based on what I hear about this person, nor severely invested.

“Man reported for being on Red Notice, name, unknown, but if anyone recognizes his heart or his partners mark for being a suspected accomplice, please report to the police immediately.”

….Sometimes, frick my life.