Today was my twenty fifth birthday. I could still couldn't see colors. That meant I hadn't found my Soul Mate yet. I was starting to get scared that I would never find him. My entire family had all discovered theirs around the same age. They were all in their teen years and I was way past my due date. My mom and dad had found each other in school, when they were sixteen. One of my sisters had found her Soul Mate when she was eight. That had to make Mom and Dad proud. Anyway, finding your Soul Mate is a pretty big deal, where I live.
There are some people out there who have never found their Soul Mate though. I worried that I was one of them. I desperately wanted to see colors but I wanted to find my special someone even more. Someone to care and love me as me.
I sighed as I hauled myself out of bed. It was time to start a new day. I quickly got dressed and soon, was ready to walk out the door.
I headed down the bus station; everything black and white like I normally see every day. I worked as a nurse; my job is caring for the people in the ER.
As I sat quietly in my own little space, I wondered what colors looked like. I knew the main eight colors(red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet) but that was about it. I had overheard other people who had already found their Soul Mate, talking about warm and cool colors and that there were different shades of color. I had no idea what they were talking about but I was insanely curious.
My thoughts soon turned from colors to what my Soul Mate would look like and his personality. I had made a list of what I wanted to Soul Mate to be like. All of his qualities, traits, looks, and beliefs. It would seem like a high expectation for him but you only find a Soul Mate once in your life.
I was jolted out of my thoughts as I heard a small ding ring out from my phone. I pulled it out of my purse and clicked it on. It was a text message from my sister, wishing me a happy birthday. My sister was happily married and had three kids, seeing as she had found her Soul Mate at the early age of thirteen. Two of her kids had already discovered their Soul Mates, again making me worry about finding mine.
I put my phone away without replying to my sister and looked around at the people sitting around me. I saw a couple sitting right across from me, with their arms around each other. They were laughing, smiling, and kissing; they were obviously Soul Mates and very happy about it.
I felt a pang of loneliness course through my stomach. I wanted what those two had but so far, it seemed like it just wasn't meant to be.
After a bit of thinking and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to stop moping and think about the positive side of things. After all, I could still find him. It wasn't like I had a zero percent chance of finding him. If I just waited patiently for him, then he would come. There was no need to rush things that I couldn't control.
At that moment, the bus stopped making me forget temporarily about my situation. I hopped off the bus and continued to walk towards the hospital which was only a few blocks away. I had to get my head in the game. There were people depending on me for their lives and I couldn't get distracted with my personal problems.
I arrived at the ER room, checked in, and quickly got to work. I was in charge of getting the patients to a room and finding out what had happened, before I called for the doctor or medical surgeons.
3 hours later
I was sitting at a table in the hospital cafeteria, waiting for my best friend. I wanted to talk to her about my Soul Mate. Again. As I glanced around, looking for her, I saw her appear in a doorway. I waved at her and recognition flashed over her face. She worked her way around the people and tables, trying to get to me. It was only when she finally sat down, that I noticed she was dragging a man behind her and had plopped himself down next to her.
