Cold Colours (EDITING)

Introduction

It was a picture perfect day in our city. Sun beat down on the ground without pause. Not even one cloud stood between the sun and its crops. It was one of those days even the most antisocial people wanted to spend outside.

I, of course, sat staring out a window at such a world. My eyes skim over the passing people of the city ansently. Some wore bright colors; the carefree bunch bound and skip down the sidewalk with little worry bringing down their smiles. Others were completely grounded, some with a phone to their ear while others simply walked along in a 'don't look at me' fashion. You could almost see their brows furrow with the stress of their working lives.

These people cross cross each other; a perfect blend of serious and carefree amongst the stress. Some even walk off the safe haven of sidewalk  into a busy road. In these narrow lanes sat car's bumper to bumper. Their residents had headaches visible from a mile away. Every so often an annoying honk would sound from one car or another, cutting through the peaceful day and even through the thick walls of the cafe I had to take residence in.

Our cafe was tucked away in a tiny corner of the big city. It was one iin which you knew the owner and most of the visitors because they lived right next to you. We — My friend and I —had been coming to this same cafe for years now. First for the amazing coffee that always seemed to have the right amount of creamer and now for the cozy feel that engulfed us when we walked through the door. Many days had been spent here together gossiping about the latest drama in high school, studying for our college exams, or more recently simply talking about the challenges of being an adult.

"...Oh, and you should have seen his..." Said friend's voice rose out from the background to meet my ears. The lift in her voice portrayed her pure joy in her words. It was an uplifting outlook on the topic.

My eyes flicker to my best friend. Light hair fell to her shoulders, laying on the smooth fabric of her newest fashionable top she had picked up on the way home yesterday. Dark eyes sparkle like the shallows of a Hawaiian ocean, falling into depths when you would look for too long. The most dazzling feature, however, was her smile. It spread from cheek to cheek; so bright it turned the ends of my own mouth up in a copy.

As she babbled on I could see her smile only grow. Every word she spoke seemed to add more joy to her movements. By this point (F/N) had taken to shaking around her hands happily with every word she spoke.

What was she talking about, you ask? That was simple enough. Anyone in their right minds would be able to tell from her shit-eating grin. To put it simply, the girl was in love. Her long drawn out speech was about Eren, her soulmate.

They had met a few months ago and had since fallen in love with each other. As soon as their eyes connected and freed them from the curse of monochrome it was impossible not to. Soulmates gave each other everything you couldn't buy in stores.

I had known (F/N) for most of our lives, and I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. It was rather refreshing. She was my friend and seeing her happy made me happy alongside her. Or, that's what I was telling myself. It was hard to be happy for someone when you could see them moving away from you more and more with each conversation.

"(Y/N) are you even listening?" I was drawn out of my thoughts by (F/N). She purses her lips at my hesitation; it was enough to give her an answer. Her hand wraps around the handle of her coffee mug, raising to her lips as she takes a sip. Eyes narrow in my direction as she does so.

"Of course I am. Can't get your annoying voice out of my head most the time." I smirk at my best friend as I grab my own coffee mug. The whipped cream was piled on top of it to the point it was actually starting to droop to one side. One could even see sprinklings of cinnamon over the piled high white cream. What could I say? I loved sweets.