My head snapped up from my book I was reading. The voice was directed at me and there I saw a young girl pointing at the scar on my arm, which I got about two weeks ago. She came over and popped down next to me and started staring at my arm.

“ See right here” she pointed at her own arm, which sure enough had the same scar identical.

She smiled, and then said , “ I am so sorry, would you like to go get a drink or something?”

I just not in my head. I wasn’t sure how to deal with this.

After a short walk to new leaf Café, we got our drinks and sat down and she started talking.

“ it’s crazy to think that you have my scar… Also, the one on your cheek actually looks like the one my sister has. And while walking here, I noticed your leg has the same scar as one of my cousins. How in the world do you have all the scars of my family?”

I chuckled and jokingly responded ,” maybe we’re soulmates. And that’s the way I can tell is because I have the scars of all your family members.”

“ but that is impossible is it? Soulmates I mean… They’re not real. Well I guess…”

My head snapped up once again for my drink. I couldn’t believe she actually believed me on this. I was joking like soulmates don’t exist… Right?

She grabbed her phone and I know what she was doing. She’s researching trying to figure out if this was true or not. After a short search nothing came up soulmates were only described as someone who found their significant other.

“OK, but then how?” She asked, I just shrugged my shoulders and said “how am I supposed to know? All I know is a couple months ago. These scars started appearing on my arms and legs and whole body, they don’t hurt, and I don’t recall how I got them. There’s only one score on my body that I know exactly where it came from because it was my own. It’s one along my back because I accidentally fell off of my bike when I was six.”

The girl looked up at me and that’s when I noticed this whole soulmate thing wasn’t far-fetched. She turned around and looked around carefully before lifting up her shirt from the back. They’re on her back was a scar the same shape length, width, and look as mine.

“How?” we both asked in unison.