Colorless

2 | i've met you

"Eli!" A man shouted at me. Now, this particular man whom I have only met a few moments ago, this particular stranger had a familiar voice.

As familiar as the voice of one of my classmates back in kindergarten, who was also a classmate in grade school, who was also a classmate in high school, who was also a classmate in some of my classes back in college.

If only he was the real deal.

"Darling, are you alright?" He asked.

In response, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Damn you! Do you think this is funny?!" My feelings, which, mind you, were always in control even when I was totally wasted, suddenly burst like a volcanic eruption.

It's not really something new, but it is rare. And on this particularly touchy subject, well, this situation happened once: when some buffoon tricked me into thinking that he was my soul mate.

Rest assured, I beat him up and after that, no one dared to even think of doing something like that again.

"Eli, it really is me!" He looked frightened. Good. He knows what he's getting into.

If it was a different situation, I would've snickered. Heck, if it was a different situation, I wouldn't be this angry. But it wasn't a different situation. And I was furious.

My knuckles turned white as my fists balled tighter. "Shut up!" I yell as I pounced on him.

After that, I couldn't hear anything. Only a ringing sound. My fists felt numb as I hit something. That 'something' felt like flesh; that 'something' felt like bones behind skin. But I didn't care. All that mattered was that I punched; I hit.

The alcohol only seemed to make me wilder. Everything was hazy. All the sounds I heard were incoherent mumbles. I knew what was happening.

It was the same thing that happened back in eighth grade when Glawdus Sayge Lazcade, who has one of the weirdest names I've ever heard, thought it was funny to tell me that he was my soul mate.

I could still remember how he cried and pleaded as I hit his oh-so-precious face. I could still remember how I sank into a cold, dark abyss as I punched him again and again.

I could feel the same abyss wrap around me as I hit this man too. This guy called 'Mont'. This 'daft cow'. This liar.

And suddenly, I was pulled back. "Eli!" Someone shouted and I tried to punch them too. But my hands were caught and somehow, I knew that I've had enough. "Pull yourself together!" He said.

I cried. Salty water stained my cheeks. Half was from the sickening 'joke' that Mont said, and half was relief. Because after this, no one can do this to me again. After this, I'll walk out of here and find him - my soul mate.

Then again, what would that do? What if he's already given up on finding me? What if he has a wife now? What if he has kids? What if he's happier without me?

Or what if he just... doesn't want me?

Because, really, who would want a quiet girl who punches people when she gets mad?

Someone touched my face. I didn't fight anymore. All the adrenaline rushed out of me as quickly as it rushed in.

"Elisabel," A man said. "Listen to me, darling. I'm real. I'm right here." He held my hand and put it to his chest. I could feel a spark as well as a heartbeat.

My crying was reduced to small hiccups. But I still didn't believe him.

He's not mine.

Slowly, the tears stopped. I saw Mont in front of me. His hand was supporting his ribcage. His cheek was swollen and the skin around his eye was turning into a certain shade of violet.