33 Bars (слэш)

Baring ones wrist had always been considered an act of trust and something only shared between close friends and loved ones. The pale pink capillaries that rose and fell, forming the short neat rows of tiny bars that sometimes glowed or flickered forming an invisible tie to what the ancients had called a 'soul mate'. It was difficult to not believe in a perfect match when every time you stretched out your arm you were showed the evidence of your 'other half.'