William didn't think he would get a soulmate even though most people had one. He was so badly damaged that no one would want him. He accepted that shortly after his adoption. His adoptive fathers had shown him that he was worth very little. The only place he had any confidence was in the kitchen. The kitchen was his safe haven. It was the one place his fathers wouldn't go. He had been cooking since he was eight.
On his sixteenth birthday William was dragged out of bed by Vincent. Vincent was the more dominant and violent of his father. "Get up you piece of shit." The older man growled. William scrambled to his feet. He knew better than to disobey either of his fathers. "Breakfast better be on the table in ten minutes." The man ordered before storming out of the room.
William scrambled to his feet. He didn't dare take the time to get dressed. He hurried out of his room towards the kitchen. He hurried to make breakfast. Ten minutes wasn't much time to get something made. Luckily he was able to get a large omelet on two plates. He carried the plates to the table. He didn't know at that time his symbol appeared onhis chest angering Vincent and the man attacked him. *fade to black*
Savannah had a fairly normal life; she was the youngest of 3 children. Loving parents, and older siblings that looked out for her growing up. Not feeling, like she was missing out on something or had the need to ask for something. Because her parents always gave, what they were able to their children. But Savannah was never selfish; she appreciated what she got growing up, and what she had. Not seeking to get more luxuries, like some children would have just because their parents could afford to do so. Her older siblings, taught her to make do with what they had. It was a philosophy that she would carry with her, throughout her life as she'd get older. From a young age, she was aware of the different stories that were told regarding soulmates. Knowing the story from her parents; as her own parents found each other at a young age as soulmates. Her older sister still hadn't found her soulmate yet, regardless of the marking. Her sister still hopeful, that she would find him. Just like their older brother had found his. But young Savannah, didn't think about it twice. She thought herself too young, to be curious about such things. Savannah had been more focused on her school and education; than the what if's that came with the soulmate situation. If fate willed her to have a soulmate, then so be it.
But things changed on her 16th birthday. To Savannah it was like any other birthday. Nothing felt oddly special about it at first. Her mother had woken her up with the smell of chocolate chip pancakes wafting through the entire house-hold. Causing the young red-haired girl to jump out of bed in excitement. Wrapping herself up in her robe, she rushed downstairs. "Good morning, birthday girl." she got greeted with warm smiles from her siblings.
"Good Morning." Savannah chirped in her excitement. "Mhh, breakfast smells amazing." She mused, as she jumped up onto the stool in the kitchen. Watching their mother finish making breakfast. Everyone wishing her a happy birthday. The family sat down around the table, enjoying breakfast as a proper family. Each plate was filled with delicious pancakes. Everyone choosing their different toppings. Savannah opted for some fresh fruit ontop of her pancakes, along with some whipped cream. A delicious combination in her eyes. She was midway through her first pancake; when she felt the weirdest itch...against her chest. Almost like something had stabbed her with a small needle. Making her flinch with an uncomfortable way. Rubbing at the spot, where the itch was coming from. But over the next few moments; it seemed to get more intense. Everyone watched her with a concerned expression, as she run into the bathroom to examine herself. Wondering why she was itching so badly all of a sudden. Peeling back her robe and pyjama top, Savannah's eyes widened slightly in surprise. The mark had appeared on her chest. "What the... She muttered to herself, in utter shock. Somehow a little stunned, that she was destined for someone out there.
William managed to get his birth certificate, adoption papers, and social security card by the time he turned seventeen. With that he was able to get his ID which he needed to get a job. It wasn't easy going to school, working, and doing all his chores but he managed to do that while he saved up to move out. He was able to move out on his own.
Living on his own helped build his confidence some but not enough for him to seek his soulmate. He knew he didn't have much to offer that person whoever they were. He or she was deserved better than him. He wasn't sure he would ever be worthy. He was damaged goods. He worked as a prep chef for one of the restaurant. He loved his job. It allowed him to be in the kitchen without having to interact. He had stopped talking at the age of eight. He had an app his phone and knew sign but he only used them when he had to.