(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x
The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home but sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth.
All of sudden you see a woman getting dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner across the street and as expected, they collide. The man has lost his hat due to the incident, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his hair. Instantly noticing the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, that coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies, the lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. Eventually, it seems like the scenery has turned out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle…When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?
A/N- So, as you’ve probably noticed by now, I like the idea of the park being the common location themed throughout out this fic. It was a challenge to have each section taking place in the same location, but I think it’s adds something different, meaning the reader can fill in the gaps with their own narrative. Also, you can all blame my recent love of angst on @plamspringsdancingontables ! So, I hope you like it!
吴亦凡 : Sword Like A Dream [ World of Sword Official MV] The forest flora have lost their rosy spring hue (far too soon). It cannot be helped due to the freezing rain at dawn, and the wind at dusk. Your crimson tears, intoxicate me. When will we meet again? As the rivers continue to flow eastwards, life goes on in painful regret.
Walking home today
Rain pelting my face,
I think to myself:
I am alive.
I am alive,
(That has been countless places in countless forms)
Is falling from the sky,
Blessing me with its kisses.
I am alive,
And yes the sky is grey,
But the verdant hues of spring stand out against the monochrome.
I am alive,
And yes the rain is cold,
But it is the feeling that makes of alive.
The feeling of icy spring rain.
In my hair, on my lips,
Soaking my soul,
And as I turn the corner,