The name on the back of my hand!

by Two hearts both taken

This tale is one of love and confusion. With John Watson just getting out of the army, with the pain of his tormented childhood, why wouldn't he settle for someone, even if he knew it wasn't the right person. But how could he be sure. The name on the back of my hand, is about how love can be found, and that when you find them, you know, you just know.

The day we are all born, that is the day we all find out the person we are to find, to spend the rest of our lives with.

William

My wrist was carved with the name that would haunt me for years to come. I came out, blonde short hair, blue grey brown eyes, and that name.

William

My parents looked at me, smiles gracing their faces, till they saw that name, the one that would trouble me, confuse me, and hurt me.

William

They named me John, taught me well, kept me sane, didn't keep my happy. What could they do, boys didn't come out with boy names on their wrists.

William…

I walked down the streets of London, my leg giving me as much trouble as always, the same pain, since I returned. We grow up, we get jobs, but our whole lives are secretly spent searching for the person with the name.

Few are born without a name, some are lucky enough to get given uncommon names, some are just given far too common names, like Mary, Sam or well William. But some are like me and the name on their wrist doesn't do anything to spur the mind, it does however give lots to stir a bully's. Every day, the same, they would torment me, but I knew I would find the man with the name on the back of my hand.

William

I passed a dirty looking building, probably filled with crack addicts, with no care to the name. I cared for the name.

William…

To be continued...

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