There is a term we all know and acknowledge as something that will happen to us one day. That term, is 'Soulmate'. The one person that is perfect for you in every way. The other half of your soul. But what happens if your soulmate dies? If you are on opposite sides of a war? If they're many years older than you?

These questions plague all of us and yet no one has ever given us a straight answer. You see the governments of the world regulate the population in such a way that all children born are immediately matched with their potential soulmate upon birth. Everyone has the first name of their soulmate on their wrist upon birth.

Any child with matching names are gathered together at the age of 21 to meet and allow their soulmate bond to bind them together for the rest of their lives. This system has worked for over 150 years since its start. No longer do humans have to wander and search for their other half. The government does that for you.

Once you've met, you and your soulmate decide what to do from there. Some move to their soulmate's homeland and get together immediately. Some take it slower ad get to know one another over time before moving together somewhere. It all depends on their personalities

But then there's me. I was born without a name on my wrist. I have no soulmate. I am a freak of nature in this society. There are no others who have no name. And even if someone has my name on their wrist, without theirs, I cannot form a bond with them. I am destined to be alone until my death.

I haven't let it bother me since I was a teenager. My own family turned their backs on me once it was found that I couldn't form a bond with anyone. I haven't seen or spoken to any of them in years. They'd always hoped that I'd still bond with someone, despite having no name. But I crushed their hopes that afternoon. They left minutes after.

I simply stopped caring. I locked my emotions away and left them to rot in the recesses of my soul. I've focused on study and school, then work for the past 26 years of my life. Its monotonous how each day goes by. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, and repeat. The world has become a dull and boring place.

I'm so young and yet I feel so old! I can't help but question, "Why me? What did I do in a previous life to be left without someone to love me for me?" I've never received an answer of course. So until I leave this world I'll keep working. I'll keep the emotions I used to feel locked away, no matter how much something inside me screams that it's a bad idea.

I'll keep working... until I finally leave a bleak world where there is nothing for me to cherish. My soul will cry out for its other half that will never be found. I'll be a single black dot in the midst of a sea of color. I will be the blank canvas that an artist never touches. I have become an empty page that words will never grace, an empty soul that has no life.

But I will be content, never happy, but content with what life has offered me. I have a steady job, a roof over my head, and food. I do not want for anything. A lie I tell myself upon waking and going to sleep. I will continue to lie to myself, perhaps one day it will become truth.