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Everyone has a flower that represents them. When you meet your soulmate, whatever your flower is will tattoo across where you touched them for the first time. It's all very romantic, and complete and utter bullshit… in Virgil's opinion.
Virgil just can't understand why everyone is so excited to lose their freedom so they can settle down in what will likely be a loveless marriage to someone that they feel obligated to be with because of something as stupid as fate.
It is for this reason that Virgil decided at age six that he would never meet his soulmate.
Of course fate had other plans.
It had started off as a normal day. Well, more accurately, it had started off as a normal boring night. He had been pulling an all nighter in an effort to cram for a big test he had the next day.
He sighed angrily as he read the same sentence for the fifth time, all the words just looked like ink on the page at this point. Slumping against the desk, he reached blindly for the coffee mug next to him.
He picked up the mug and sat up realizing with a wave of dissatisfaction that it was empty. His other hand reached up and scrubbed at his face in an effort to wake up.
He looked forlornly at the empty mug for a minute before he decided he needed a break anyway.
Grabbing his phone and heading out the door, he began his trek to the nearby twenty four hour coffee shop.
As he passed a dark alleyway he heard a noise, soft almost nonexistent noise of a muffled sob. He stopped for a moment hearing it again, then he began walking again. Not his problem, he literally just wants coffee. Plus it could be some kind of ruse to lure victims into a trap. Yeah hell no, he is not getting abducted or killed tonight.
He makes it a few more steps before his conscience drags him back to the alleyway. What if whoever it is, is hurt? He steps cautiously into the dark. It takes him a few moments but eventually he locates a man sitting up against a wall.
The man looks very professional, if he were doing anything other than sobbing his eyes out Virgil would be highly intimidated. A black button up shirt and dark blue tie is illuminated by the street lights pouring into the small alleyway.
"Hey man, are you alright?" Virgil calls to the man, but he doesnt think the man heard him.
"Are you okay?" Virgil says as he steps in closer and reaches forward wrapping a hand around the man's shoulder.
As his hand makes contact it feels almost as if he were struck by lightning. Completely frozen in place as time slowed down, and the world itself seems to come into focus for the first time.
Somewhere deep inside of him something snaps into place, like a piece of the puzzle he never even knew was missing.
All too suddenly the world fizzles back, overwhelming in its intensity. The man's face snaps up to gaze at Virgil, his jaw hanging open.
Virgil's hand drops off the man's shoulder. He can't think. He just turns and runs. Runs out of the back alley and down the street and he doesn't stop running until he snaps the lock of his door into place.
Only once he's sure he wasn't followed does he throw his jacket off and look down at his arm. Beautiful blue flowers that start at the palm of his hand and reach all the way up to the crook of his elbow have branded their way across his flesh.
It takes him hours but eventually he finds out what they are. Blue salvia.
The wiki article detailing the symbolism of blue Salvia meaning healing and wisdom taunts him. Why does it matter if his soulmate is smart or not? It's not like he ever plans on meeting him ever again anyways.
He doesn't ever walk down that road again and he finds a new twenty four hour coffee shop in the opposite direction. It's farther away than the old one but he doesn't mind.
And if he stairs a little too long at the blue flowers on his arm every time he gets out of the shower then who cares, it's not like anyone's gonna call him out on it.