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For as long as he could remember, Ethan's wrist had a blue-gray square on it. No one else had a blue-gray square. They had different shapes. Triangles, circles, rectangles. Never squares.
As he grew up, all of his friends found the person who had a shape that matched theirs. He never found his.
Sometimes he wondered if he was destined to be alone.
More and more people found their soulmates. Ethan never did. Even when he moved out to LA to help Mark, he found no one.
Finally, it happened.
He was in Mark's recording room, editing. Mark walked in to check on him, and his left wrist was turned up.
For some reason, Mark had always hidden his wrist around the others. Ethan found out why.
On his left wrist was a blue-gray square. It matched Ethan's perfectly.
"Mark?"
He looked up to find Ethan staring at his wrist. Mark quickly flipped it back over, acting as though nothing happened.
"Mark, wait," Ethan said, flipping his own wrist over.
When Mark saw the square, his mouth fell open.
"But I-"
"Thought you would never find a soulmate? Me too," Ethan finished.
They stared at each other for a bit, neither saying anything.
"Well then," Mark said, standing up. "I guess we have a lot to catch up on, right?"
Ethan nodded, following Mark out of the recording room, a giddy smile on his face.
He'd finally found the one.