Shiver

Chapter 11

Sylvia's POV

I basically run through the airport, frantic to find them. I have to, I need to, I want to hug them and kiss them and be with them. Yes, I'm completely insane. No, you do not need to ask questions. Yes, I had a perfectly normal childhood(well sort of.) Yes, there's nothing wrong at home(well mostly.) Yes, I eat, drink, and sleep just like any other normal person(unless I forget.)

Yes. I'm fine. Any other question? Good. I didn't want to answer them anyway. 

I practically run through the airport, trying to get to baggage claim. I feel it getting warmer when I walk towards baggage claim, so guess what? Like a dog with its nose in the air, I walk there with my... head in the air. Yes, I suck at metaphors, or whatever that was. 

When I get to baggage claim, I look around. I first look around for my bag. And then I look around for my human. I can't see anyone in particular who looks to be my type, but hey, I'm open to options. What's the worst that can happen? Don't answer that. 

When I have my bag, and have sat around for a little while (the warmth had still not gone away, so I knew the person was in the building somewhere) I almost give up. I under no circumstance want to be the loner weirdo just sitting there. That would be socially undignified. 

I stand up, and walk towards the door of the airport. If it was meant to be, then I would run into them somewhere along the line. Yes, I know that logic is totally illogical. No, I don't care. 

While walking towards the door, I break all of the moral and social codes I had ever set up for myself. I literally trip over air, throwing my suitcase across the floor and falling to the ground. I'm sure that if my soulmate had any chance of being here, they would have run the moment they saw that. I'm sure it was real cute. Like, cover of Vogue magazine cute. 

I blush a deep, firetruck red, trying to get up with a little bit of grace. I would say dignity, but that had all run away in a speeding truck. My cheeks deepen as I see the amount of people staring, so I do the only reasonable thing. 

I walk quickly towards the exit, and my suitcase, grabbing it and swiftly making my exit. That was more than embarrassing. So much for finding my soulmate. 

I sit on a bench, waiting for the next bus to stop. I can't help but feel even warmer, but that might be from hypothermia or embarrassment or something. When I get on the bus however, my fever increases. That's a good sign I guess. 

I place my luggage on the little luggage cart, and find a seat as far away from people as possible. It's time to do some observing. My soulmate is somewhere on this bus. Good thing it's jam packed with people. That'll make it easier. 

I sigh, settling back into my seat. I guess I'll just have to wait for fate to drop a bomb on my head and let the matter settle that way. I hate being patient. 

I watch as the bus flies by building after building after building after building. There are so many buildings. So. Many. Buildings. So many. It's insane. 

There are so many buildings. And so many lights as well. The amount of lights are making it seem as if the dark sky should be hosting a sun. It's extremely bright. And extremely hot. 

Figures I would find my soulmate in Las Vegas. Because why wouldn't I? I'm not saying that meeting the person society dictates I should spend the rest of my life with should be a totally boring person who sits around all day and just thinks. But I'm also not saying that I want a total hype person that at the drop at the hat will be on a plane to Vegas to gamble. I want a healthy mix, a calm medium. 

I sit for a long time, thinking about all that I want in a partner. I want someone who is not a total bore, but isn't a too hype person either. I want someone who loves me and will go out and do things with me, but will also be open to some alone time or a lazy day around the house. I want a decently smart person, but not so smart that they have nothing left to learn in the world. But most importantly, I want someone decent. I don't want someone who is nit-picky of everything I do, and will berate and degrade me based on my personal likes and dislikes. 

I want someone who is kind, and sweet, and who will tell me I'm pretty. And buy me chocolate. I want someone who will buy things for me, but will also allow me to buy things for them. Screw the stereotypical "oh, the girl has to be the weaker one because of her gender." No. I want to be able to be equal to my partner, not inferior or superior. Unless it's asked for, because I can be either all night long. 

When I look up, we are at another stop, four stops away from the one I'm supposed to get off at to get to my hotel. I settle down again, preparing to just absorb the sights as the last four stops fly by. But instead, I'm met with a pleasant surprise. 

A person sits down next to me. Suddenly, my skin is on fire. The fates really did drop a bomb on my head. That might explain the amount of salty water running down my face. I take a deep breath, preparing myself to see who I got. 

I look over, and my mouth probably drops down to where the fates make their radioactive-superheat bombs. The person sitting next to me, the person I am supposed to be with for the rest of my life most definitely not who I expected. 

But in a good way. In a very, very good way. 
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