Another day another loss this one even worse than before it turns out that they were paired with two people a rare yet prosperous life. I however after 13 years haven’t found them at 7 I joined the others in their hunt but I have almost given up on my other half. I fall apron my bed pondering who will be my match. I stare down at my pale frekeled arms branded with crescent moon and vine on one bare on the other I pick at it sensitive to the emptiness without another without a pair found I do not have a match on my arm or life. Why has the vine not wilted the glowing moon mark gone dark with hopelessness?