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Josie was standing in the mirror, staring at the reflection that looked back at her with a bare expression. She was fresh out of the shower and the mirror was still slightly steamed over. However, through the steam and drops of water, she could still see the mark above her hip bone. It was a dark black color and the shape of it looked like a splash of paint that had fallen on the floor.
Almost everyone had a soul mark, usually getting them around the age of 13 or 14. Josie had gotten hers when she was 14, a year after her soulmate had gotten there’s.
She ran her hand over the mark as she thought to the person who wore the other one which was none other than her best friend, Hope Mikaelson. Hope’s mark was on the wrist right above her hand, it was easy to see and everybody had seen it by now she didn’t usually try to hide it.
Josie knew that they had the same soul mark, but she had never told Hope because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship, so she kept it to herself. Hope had been dating Landon and even though their soul marks didn’t match, they didn’t seem to care.
Josie thinks about Landon sometimes still and how Malivore had ruined so many lives, including Hope’s. She knows that Hope is in her room with her Aunt Freya and every minute that ticks by the fact that the inevitable is bound to happen weighs on her and if she had to guess it weighed on the rest of the school too.
Everybody knew what Freya was there for and everybody knew it would happen one day. Josie was glad that Freya would be the one to do it.
Josie was pulled out of her racing thoughts as she felt a prickling sensation above her hip. She looked down full of dread and sorrow because she knew what she would see once she did. As soon as her eyes landed on her mark she watched the black color of the mark slowly fade away, it was fading to a sickly looking grey that she hated to look at.
Once the color had fully engulfed the mark, she looked back to herself in the mirror, tears falling and her body shaking. She knew Hope would come back, but the sorrow she felt wouldn’t leave. All Josie could do was stare at her reflection, both of them crying together.