Never having been certain that his soulmark was more than just a random blotchy freckle, Frank finds that love is a difficult thing to harbor. The mark in question has two indiscernible blobs and a thin vein leading up to the third dot connecting them, resting right in the joint between his arm and his shoulder. Odd as it seems, marks usually look abstract, but become clearer upon a first encounter.

Frank has asked every single one of his friends who had found their soulmates every question under the sun. Did it hurt when the freckles changed? Did they know what they were getting themselves into? Was there a change in any physical way? Spiritual?

All of his questions met with the same, "I can't describe it, when you meet them… You just know."

Of course who wants to hear that? When searching for the person your soul is bound to forever, you'll want a definitive answer. Frank felt as though he was running out of time to meet his soulmate, though his friends assured him that wasn't the case.

Annabeth especially said, "Don't worry so much, these things take time." Every single time he brought up the topic of soulmates. It wasn't his fault that the topic was ever on his mind, either. With Jason and Piper's wedding fast approaching along with the end of his college experience, he felt at a loss.

"Earth to Frank!" Piper shoves him lightly, "You there?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah totally." He shakes his head back to reality.

"Oh, sure. Worried about your final or something?" She asks pushing open the doors to the fine arts building.

"My paper is due at the end of finals week, and I'm only six pages in." He conjures up an excuse.

"Out of what?" She snorts, "Five pages?"

"Ten, actually." He rolls his eyes following her through the building. He rarely ever comes into this building, only during his freshman year for art history lecture, and whenever he wanted to pester Piper during her studio art classes. But she needs help loading all the canvases and portfolios for grading into her car.

"You're fine you know."

"If you say so." He snorts, Piper opens the door to her studio art room perusing the large canvases that hold her students' final projects.

"Can you grab that stack of portfolios for me?" She asks pulling up one particularly colorful canvas.

Frank complies grabbing the large protective bags and bringing them over to her. He too looks at the canvas she had picked up, a beautifully drawn girl entirely from black and white musical notes. The canvas erupts into color around her a smile sparks up on his face.

"Prodigy or pretentious?" Frank chuckles.

"Ugh annoyingly the latter. Too bad he's so talented I can't fail him." She snorts.

"Well, you could fail him just to be that guy." He eggs her on.

"But he'll be so much more devastated with the B I'm giving him, 5 points means a whole lot sometimes." She says picking up another piece to examine.

"You're cruel." Frank laughs.

She winks dramatically at him before her phone rings loudly. "Guess who's fiancé is horribly late with the arm strength and car?"

"Usually Annabeth's." He snorts.

She chuckles picking up her phone, "Hi sweetheart. Where are you?" She hands Frank her keys to the studio before walking out of the room.

Frank takes to looking through the impossible amount of canvases. Astounded by the amount of shear talent some people had, here he was without a creative bone in his body, graduating with a bachelor of science. But he's a sucker for the arts anyway, loves every kind of music and painting, longing for the skills he years to have. He scans over the works, some colorful and bright, others calm and serene. He's drawn to a particularly romantic piece, a girl held up in what starts out looking like arms but slowly morphs into a tree.

He studies the colors and the fine lines making each detail come to life. Almost hearing a deep serene song playing around the image, soft and low like a whispered promise. As he looks to the next image the song continues its melody each painting he sees woven into the music like a blanket of memories. Even once he's put the canvases away the song persists. Beautiful, somewhat haunting, and he can't help but be drawn towards the sound.

Skin crawling with delight he follows the sound filled hallway eventually reaching the focal point of the tune. His heart suddenly pounding as the song swells with minor chords, he peeks through the sliver of a window to see a mass of dark curls bent determinedly over the strings of cello. He feels a twinging sensation on his upper arm, in response he places hand over the feeling so that he can focus better on the girl.

Almost immediately the cello's sound begins to fade away and the girl looks up from her instrument. Bow placed gingerly on the music stand she twists her wrist, a slender profile emerges from beneath her hair, deep chocolate skin and enviously smooth features. Sharply she turns towards the door, eyes locking immediately with Frank's. Out of instinct he backs away, turning swiftly back towards Piper's studio.

"Hey!" A light voice emerges from behind him, burning bright red he turns to look at her.

"Uh… I'm really sorry, but you… You're very good."

"Th-Thank you." She says walking towards him, "But I um… Does this mean anything to you?" She asks holding up her wrist. Frank nearly passes out when he sees a perfectly drawn double helix

"I-…. I'm a Biology major."

Her eyes light up at his words. "R-really?" He nods mutely before rolling up his sleeve to expose his own mark. She looks at it in wonder, "A cello… Just for me?"

He smiles dumbly at her trying to wrap his head around all of this. "So we-… We're-"

"Soulmates." She says breathlessly. "Wow."

"I'm Frank by the way."

"Hazel." She says biting her lip nervously.

"I-… I- uh-"

"Hey, why don't you bring her to the wedding?!"

"Jason!" Frank and Hazel turn to see Piper shove Jason into her studio, "Sorry Frank! Please continue!"

Hazel laughs beautifully before saying, "I have to finish my recording for my final, it shouldn't take too long. But maybe we could um… Lunch?"

"I could definitely lunch." Frank says desperate not to stutter.

"Great… I'll uh… See you soon!" She lets a nervous chuckle escape her lips before scurrying back into the music room. Frank keeps his eyes on her, his soulmate… wow. Until he backs up into a wall.

Piper smirks at him from her classroom, "You okay, kiddo?"

"Ye-yeah."

"He's worse than I was." Jason chuckles.

"I don't know sweetheart, you were pretty bad." Piper says walking up to Frank. "You gonna be alright, though? Really?"

Frank nods, "Yeah…"

"Leave him be, Pipes, gotta let the boy breathe for a minute."

"Or an eternity." She chuckles, "Just remember to breathe, and call me when it's over." She chuckles before grabbing a handful of portfolios and walking away. Frank only halfway heard her, the beautiful sound of Hazel's cello, the only sound his mind could manage to hear. For a moment, he wonders if her cello will be the only sound he'll ever hear again. The thought sends a smile across his face, what a perfect world that would be.