In this world soulmates exist, the only down fall to it is that when your soulmate dies you stop aging. As I make my way home after a long day of running arens I spot a goup of teenage boys. They take one look at me and start to call me out. They are shouting at me to come over and I can't help but notice that they are staring. I keep my eyes straight and pick up the past I refuse to let those brats get to me....