Tempestuous

2.

Leo must have fallen asleep, because he couldn't quite remember what happened after Angel sent him a text message, and all he heard was a knock on the door.

Lazily, he stood up. This was it. Time to meet his new roommate. Curiosity and a small amount of anxiety jolted through him. Though he was excited, he was scared out of his mind.

When he made it to the door, he twisted his hand against the cold metal of the doorknob. He could hear the presence of another human on the other side. Then the door creaked open.

The first was green.

A bright, overwhelming pure green. Green was excited, but with a calm edge. It was both peaceful and charming.

It took Leo a moment to digest what exactly had happened. Angel was looking at him, they were both making direct eye contact. He had messy waves for hair. The color was much, much darker than his bright green eyes. It was a dirty color, but it reminded him of the scent of someone stepping into a chocolate shop. Chocolate... this color reminded him of chocolate. What was that color? Brown?

His shirt was white, a shade easily recognizable by anybody. And his pants were black.

"Angel?" Leo choked out.

He could barely breathe, while Angel stood with a bright smile on his face, unphased. As if nothing had happened between them.

"So, you're Leo then?" he asked in a friendly way. "Nice to meet you". He held his hand out, and Leo took it, shakily. Why was Angel not saying anything? Had he not noticed the sudden burst of color? Maybe he hadn't exactly made eye contact with him?

But Leo took a moment. There was so much...color. Everything had been so gray before, and suddenly, everything was bold and bright and caught his eyes.

His eyes... he turned to the mirror nearby. Though he was expecting to see something similar to Angel's, he wasn't impressed. They were that same dark, somewhat ugly color as Angel's hair. Leo didn't like his eyes anymore. He always thought they looked dark and mysterious and had a nice firm shape... but now, he wasn't so sure.

His hair was as dark as always. Black, straight. He knew that.

Angel was giving him a strange look. "You okay there?" he asked. Leo noticed that Angel had a slightly thick Spanish accent. It was...nice.

"Yeah," Leo replied, a bit too quickly. Angel was looking him straight in the eyes, no doubt.

Now Leo was really getting concerned. Millions of possible thoughts rushed through his head.

"So... you said you were single, right? You're not like, with anyone?" he stammered awkwardly. He needed to know what was going on.

"No, no," he half-laughed. "As alone as can get, really. Going on thirty and all I see is black, white, and all the shades in between."

Leo tried to give him a friendly laugh, but he just couldn't muster it. Everything that was being thrown at him... it was difficult to process it all.

But he had to face facts. As painful as it was, he had to accept, and somehow live with the fact, that he found his soulmate, and he saw color, but his soulmate still saw life in gray.