Colorless

1 | i've found you

I can count the number of times I've left my house just because I wanted to, in two hands. Yes, I'm aware that to be able to find my soul mate, I should most likely be outside and try to find him.

They say opposites attract. The never-ending science metaphor people use. I like to think that it's something people once advised to others in order to eliminate possible soul mate candidates.

I can understand it. Most people are obsessed on finding the right one for them. Imagine trying to find that one right person out of seven billion. It's like finding the needle in a haystack. This noisy, noisy haystack we call our world.

Some days, I wonder if my soul mate is noisy. If he's a ball of energy to liven up my life. I wonder if when he smiles at me, the world brightens up as if there's some kind of filter in my eyes.

Other days, however, I wonder if he'll be quiet. As silent and serene as the night. I wonder if, in this noisy world, he'll be the wave of calm that I'll keep going back to again and again.

But most days, I don't wonder at all. Wondering leads to expectations and I know for a fact that expectations only lead to disappointment. I'd rather be surprised than be disappointed by what kind of person he is.

"Eli!" Some kid shouted. I turned around and realized too late that they pronounced my name as I-lay, not the usual Eh-li. I wasn't the one they were calling.

Nevertheless, I turned around while walking. "Oomph!" I managed to grunt out as my not-so-generous derriere hit the cold pavement.

No one saw my incident. Hopefully.

After my little falling scene, I managed to get to where I was planning to go.

As I stepped in, the smell of coffee and old books hit my nostrils.

"Eli!" Clementine waved at me, causing every head in the coffee shop to turn to me.

I blushed and awkwardly waved back. Taking off her apron, she rushed towards me and dragged me towards an empty table.

She squeezed her cheeks together as she grinned from ear to ear. "Have you found him?"

I forced an excited look on my face and hurriedly said, "No."

Her eyebrows scrunched together. "How hard is it to even find a soul mate, anyway?"

"Well, we can't all be like you who found hers when she was only nine."

She chuckled. "That's because I'm special."

I looked at the twenty-four year-old in front of me. Her clothes were as colorful as her hair. Her signature smile was plastered on her face as flour stained her cheek. She bounced up and down on her chair like a kindergartner. "Yes, honey. You're very, very special." I told her.

A British man with messy, shiny blonde hair came over to us. He leaned forward and kissed Clem's forehead. "Indeed, she is."

He handed me the drink that I usually order here. After being given my coffee, I was forced to bask on their PDA. I'm used to it. Whenever these two get together, I'm always a third wheel.

Maybe this is why I want to find my soul mate so much.

I continued sitting there like some old creep. I saw a handful of people looking at me with pity and I know I could have, but I didn't really have the courage to ask the two shop owners in front of me to stop their PDA.

As I was almost finished with my drink and on the verge of going crazy with too much display of affection in front of me, my phone made some sort of sound I didn't remember.