Walking out of the club, with a torn shirt and my only wish to be back at home, I attempt to hail a cab. Typically this wouldn't be such an angering task, however my now ex caused me some problems.
You see in my world, when you turn eleven, a black patch is exposed on your skin. This is supposed to be where your "true love" will touch you for the first time. When they do, it will illuminate and eventually fade to your love's favorite 3 coloured combination. My ex is through with trying to get me to be his partner, he knows that his mark is coloured and mine is not, so he broke up with me.
I'm 23 and still have a fully black right side, arm, hip, leg.
I've given up on this. I was happy with my ex and I can find a new boyfriend or girlfriend. I dont need a "true love."
That's what I choose to believe.When, my cab is finally hailed and in front of me, I realize that life has different plans. As I step of the curb, a man barrels into me side, taking a seat in my cab. Catching the door before he could close it, we both gasped. Our right sides are glowing. We look at each other and back to our arms and my leg.
Without speaking, the man shifts over and I move into the new space, closing the door. Just staring. That's all we could seem to do.
"Kids, where you headed?" Well, I guess our cabbie is bitter. The old man still has a black hand print against his neck.
"Could you take us to Seoul Cafe, please?" Turning to each other, I clear my throat and he looks down. He's beautiful, dark eyes, and blonde undercut. I realize that he's blushing.
"Would you mind letting me know what your name is? Mine is Liz."
Without hesitation, he nods and mumbles, "It's Seonghwa and are you ok with my choice for the cafe." I just nod gently, we're close to the cafe and we can talk more when we get there.Getting out of the cab, I hand our driver a 20. Seonghwa shuts the door and runs ahead to open the cafe doors. Thanking him, I step through the doors. When we get to the counter, I order an americano and a muffin, laying out a 10 dollar bill. Seonghwa places his order of a cookie and lemon tea.
I lead Seonghwa to a table and we begin to speak about ourselves. Seonghwa is such a fluffball. His favorite colors, as proven by me mark, are pink, purple, and green. However, mine are blue, green, and purple. I can feel him relax and regretfully, I am too. I don't want to fall into a statistical society of mating marks. Seonghwa understands and convinces me into staying with him for the night, as my place is an hour's drive away and he lives nearby. We promised each other that nothing would happen.
Seonghwa was understanding of my situation and views. He told me that he was loosing hope too, he was 24 without a partner. Typically, most people meet at the age of 17. So, we were 5 or 6 years late.
The shop closed a few minutes ago and Seonghwa and I are almost at his. I'm wearing his hoodie right now because he thought that I had gotten cold. God, he's adorable. I'm excited to stay the night, neither of us have morning classes at university and will have some time to hang out tomorrow. I was surprised to know however, that we are in the same course at the same college.
When we arrived, I was surprised to see how clean it was. Seonghwa seems ready for anything, stable. He's got his life set up to go into a music business. He wants to run his own shop and I'm just contemplating what I'm going to do with a business, and arts degree. I'm in 2 ends of the spectrum. Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind and has found a happy medium.
Seonghwa waves his hand in my face and I snap back into reality, telling him that I just zoned out. We move on and he grabs some clothes for me to wear and we settle down to watch a movie before we go to sleep. About a quarter ways through Frozen I feel Seonghwa's arm wrap around me and a few minutes later he's snoring lightly. Too entranced to wake the adorable man up, I stretch out my arm to turn off the TV and adjust our blankets before dozing off myself.
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Life Has Other Plans
RomanceIn a global society of soulmates, Liz Warren lives with hatred towards the idea. She doesn't want to have her life dictated by some dire need to have someone turn a mark on your skin into a colorful presentation. Seonghwa has been waiting for his t...