    her last boyfriend’s name was aiden, and she’d thought he was the one. she had been thirteen years old when the tattoo appeared prominent on her hip bones where it was easy to hide as long as she wasn’t in a bathing suit. five years later, the moment she’d met the jock she’d fallen head over heels. her soulmate - she was pretty sure, especially when she saw his mark, which said rose. her name was rosaline, so she figured.. close enough, right?
   wrong. he’d met another girl named rose and left her in the dust, sad and broken and a shell of the girl she used to be. floral pastels were swapped out for shades of grey and black, fresh faced look traded out for eyeliner and dark lipstick. she didn’t have the motivation to look like sunshine anymore, because that’s not how she felt. then, she met another boy named aiden, and swore she’d never tell him what her soulmate tattoo said. she never asked for his, either. she didn’t want to know and she didn’t care - it had messed her up so much the last time.Â
   today, she and aiden, who was slowly blurring the lines with her between friend and boyfriend (not that she minded) were going to a bar together. she exited her bedroom to the living room, where he was waiting, swiveling from side to side to show off her ripped jeans and casual Journey band tee with combat boots - she still missed flower print dresses and ballet flats. “does this look okay?”
