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The skin on my left wrist started to burn while I was shelving books in the library archive. I dropped a heavy stack onto the desk. When I pulled back my sweater, black ink was already settling under my skin. It formed three words in neat cursive: "Calm down, doll." In our world, everyone knows what that means. Your soulmark burns the first words your destined partner ever said to you into your flesh. It also starts an intense physical pull between you that you cannot turn off. Most people wait years for their mark. I stared at my arm and felt sick. Three years ago, a car crash killed my parents and my brother. I survived, but the sound of roaring engines still triggers bad panic attacks. During my first week of college, a guy in a black sports car revved his engine right in front of me at a crosswalk. The noise sent me straight to the pavement, shaking and unable to breathe. When I got back on my feet, furious and humiliated, I screamed at him that he was a stupid rich boy. He just looked over his sunglasses, smirked, and said, "Calm down, doll." His name is Lorenzo Moretti. He acts like he owns the entire campus. For three years, we traded dirty looks whenever we crossed paths. I hated him for laughing at my panic attack, and I hated the way he thought money made him untouchable. Footsteps sounded down the aisle. The archive door clicked shut, and Lorenzo walked toward me. His usual smug smirk was completely gone. He stopped right in front of me, blocking the space between two tall bookshelves. Just being this close to him made my pulse jump and my skin feel warm. It was the soulmark forcing that reaction, but knowing my body wanted him made me hate him even more. Lorenzo corners me between the shelves. He pulls up his sleeve to show the fresh mark on his wrist. It has the words I yelled at him three years ago: Stupid rich boy. My own wrist burns with his words under my sweater. He blocks the way out and demands to see my arm. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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Sagaland - Interactive Fiction