Colors.

One.

One. Two. Three.

Take deep breaths, July.

You, must be dreaming.

No- wait. Go back, back. Right, hey there. You must be wondering what this is all about, huh?

Here, is how it all started.

I am July, July Miles. Short is the only thing that could describe me, but I'd rather it be intimidating. Siiigh, anyways welcome to the simple life of a seventeen year old dork. Short dork, i hate to admit.

What purpose is there in life? Don't we all wonder. The easiest and sweetest answer, coffee- wait! Wait, not true. Colors, yes. That's it, ugh. Happens when you're a coffee addict AND is lacking caffeine at the moment.

Why colors you ask? Because so. When living in a monochrome world, where the only shades you see are black, grey and white, you desire to see something else. Isn't it? It has been passed down from generations, that once we find our soulmates, we see colors. They make life colorful for us.

That's our purpose. What we look for.

And for me? I still live in monochrome. I don't know what colored eyes or hair i have, mom tells me I'm brunet. Must be neat. I'm gonna paint my hair rainbow, the day i meet my soulmate. Hah!

Well, until then. One day, there was a light shade. Rosy pink, inside the café i worked, the blooming flowers. Buuut- i haven't met him yet!

Wait, go back. That doesn't make sense!

I MUST HAVE MET HIM SOMEHOW!!

Thinking back to it, it could have been one of my customers.. Right?

Holy hell! This- is going to be a pain in the ass.