Description: Soulmate AU where you only see black and white your entire life but when you touch your soulmate for the first time, colour blooms before your very eyes. But you can only see the colour as long as they are in your sight, or near you.
Warnings: Sad, Swearing, Attempted Suicide.
Word Count: 1092
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I work as a barista at a Café, and I always hand people their drinks and graze our fingers to see if they're the one. So many times have people I thought were it have came in and when I touch them, nothing happens. It's sad but at least I know, right?
I've worked at this Café for months now, and not once has colour surrounded me. I marvel at the couples sitting at their chairs, looking at there so called bright purple nail polish, or at the marbled colours of the sunset.
All I see are shades of white.
I lay in bed, my alarm clock has been beeping for the past five minutes, and I finally shut it off, getting up to make it on time to my shift. Maybe today will be the day I finally see colour. Maybe today I'll meet the love of my life. Maybe he'll be handsome, or maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe he'll be athletic, or maybe she'll be artistic.
This kind of thinking is what gets me to work everyday.
I step out the door after getting ready, and walk to the bus stop. It gets there late, so I'm late for my shift. I run into the shop, and my boss looks unhappy.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The bus was late I can work overtime!" I plead.
"Good." My boss says angrily, stomping off. I put on my apron and some gloves, then start to make the ordered drinks. The first one is just a coffee with two cream and two sugar.
"Here you are!" I say, handing it to the man.
We graze fingers,
nothing.
The next order is an iced tea.
"Here's your tea, enjoy!" I say, handing it to a woman about my age.
We graze fingers,
nothing.
Six hours and a hell of a lot of finger grazing later, I still am looking in shades of white.
"Y/n, before you leave can you handle making this young man's drink? The register is out of quarters, I gotta go get some from the back." My coworker asks me, motioning to a tall man with curly hair.
"Sure thing!" I say. The man ordered a hot chocolate. I make it, adding some extra marsh mellows and whip cream.
"Here's your drink!" I say handing it to him.
We graze fingers,
His eye colour is revealed. The entire restaurant soon bursts into colour, my breath hitches and I look at him. Everything looks beautiful, I can't stop looking around.
"Are you okay?" Says the man. I turn to him, confused. He isn't even shocked by the colours?
Oh.
"You, you don't see them?" I ask.
"See what?"
"The colours?"
He looks at me, his eyes widen.
"I, I don't. I'm sorry." He says, shaking his head. He waves a bit, then walks out the restaurant, and I stand there motionless.
I've waited forever for this moment. The moment I finally get to experience the world for what it truly is, and the other person doesn't see it. I watch him walk down the street, and he's soon out of sight, and the colour fades away.
(Time skip)
Five months later.
I've quit my job at the Café. Since I have no money, my house was lost so I'm staying with a friend. I can't pay rent, and soon she's going to kick me out. I would get a job but I can't seem to find a point to do anything anymore.
The meaning of life for me has always been to find colour. To find the person who allows me to see it and to be with them forever. I finally saw it, and they didn't see it.
What's the point now then?
Nothing I guess.
2:43am.
I take my friend's keys and get in her car, driving to the nearest bridge to end my black and white life.
Cars zoom by me and tears rush down my face, but I'm not crying. I don't feel anything but the wind on my face. I get up on the ledge.
3,
2,
1,
The water changes. It's no longer a shade of white, but it now sways in colour. I look confused at it, as the rest of the night blooms into colour as well.
"Do you still see it?" A voice asks. I turn to face it, and there stands the same curly haired man.
"Do you?" I ask, wiping away the tears. He reaches out a hand, to help me off the ledge. I take it and step down. He doesn't even flinch.
"I'll take that as a no then." I say
He steps toward me, and lifts my chin, slowly connecting our lips. I kiss back after a moment of confusion, but I'm guessing I'll never be kissed again, so why not. He pulls away slowly, keeping his eyes closed. After a moment, he opens them. He stumbles backwards and gasps, his eyes fluttering around and looking at everything. Just like mine did when I first saw colour.
"Wait, do you see it?" I ask.
"Yes! Yes! I knew it!" He said.
"What? How?" I ask confused.
"After I met you, I was wondering why you saw colour and I didn't. I did feel strong feelings towards you when I first saw you, so I was genuinely confused when colours didn't appear in my eyes. So I went home and researched it. Apparently, some people need more than a slight touch for colour to appear. I read deeper, and found someone's story on how they were on a date, the same case of the woman seeing colour and the man not, and when they kissed he saw colour!" He says.
"Wow." I say. We stand together, admiring all of the colours.
"We should get you home." He says.
"I don't really have a home." I admit. He thinks for a moment.
"This may be a bit early, but would you like to stay at my place? I have a spare room, and you know, since the colours and all..." he says shyly.
"I'd love to, uhm..."
"Dan. And you?"
"Y/n."
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I don't know about this oneeereedjxjsjxjzj
May we meet again.
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