(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.
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 an elegant woman being dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner just across the street. As expected, they collide into each other. The gentleman has lost his hat due to the collision, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his blonde hair.
Instantly acknowledging the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, which 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, the scenery turns out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle. You are tired of mustering up an empathic smile every time someone summons their memorable and whimsical story of meeting their partner. When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?
If yellow were more than Daffodils,
And pinks weren’t just a rosy hue.
Spring would be much more to me,
Than the months in which I fell for you.
But I’m not a lovely lady,
And sweetness makes me sick.
I’d choose, instead of a nice warm bed,
A coffee- now make that quick.
For I’m not made of Daisies,
I am bitter- mixed with milk.
Water me down, and clean me up,
But my skin’s still creamy silk.
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.