.·:*¨༺ “I would never fall in love again” ༻¨*:·.

Dante Scarleto had given up on love a long time ago. He had gone through girl after girl, and none of them were his soulmate. None of them ever put color into his world. He had tried and tried and got himself hurt so many times.

Every now and then, the burn would hurt more, too, as these girls had realized he wasn’t their soulmate by meeting their actual soulmate. He had given up. Who needs love? Certainly not him.

.. Well, that’s what he thought until he saw her.

It was a day just like any other. There was nothing incredibly special about that day. Dante went to his favorite coffee shop. He went there often and recognized most people. The town was somewhat small, regardless, so it was rather tight-knit.

The weather was rather gloomy, and he had brought an umbrella just to be safe.

He stared at his coffee cup mindlessly, tapping his fingers on the table. For just a split second, he looked around.

That’s when he saw her.

She was beautiful, the most lovely girl he had ever seen. She had (s/c). She had (h/c) hair. But most of all, she had enchanting (e/c) eyes…

Wait, baby blue? He stopped in his tracks, rubbing his own eyes because he must have seen it wrong, right? When he looked again, everything was its normal grey color.

What was that? He shouldn’t be able to see in color. He hasn’t met his soulmate yet.

Unless…

No, that couldn’t be it. He pushed the what ifs to the back of his mind.

He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, though. How could someone who looks like her exist? It made no sense in his head. Her soulmate was extremely lucky.

About half an hour had passed, and just as Dante suspected, it had started to rain. He got his umbrella, heading to the door. When he got there he saw the same girl from before. She was making her way out into the rain, trying to cover her head with her arms.

He chuckled to himself briefly before going out.

She moved her arms down, looking dejected. God, even that was endearing.

He opened his umbrella, raising it over his head and walking over to her. He moved it from above him to above her. Her head quickly darted up in surprise as she stared at him.

Dante grinned. “Someone as cute as you shouldn’t be stuck in the rain.” He stated and handed the umbrella to her as she stared in awe.

He grinned at her once more before starting to run, pulling his jacket off and using it as a roof over his head.

For just a split second, he saw the color in the world. For just a second.

A few weeks had passed since that day. Dante had been making going to the coffee shop at least once a day a part of his routine. He didn’t know what it was, but he just always wanted to see her. He took every chance he could possibly get to see her face.

He tapped on the table, staring at the door. She should be getting there any minute now.

She sat at the same table everyday, she got the same drink every day. He had overheard her order it multiple times, and this time, he bought it just a few minutes before her expected arrival and sat it on the table.

He didn’t know why he was doing all this. It was a drive more powerful than his own brain. He felt like it was a necessity. He couldn’t keep living if he didn’t see her face. He had never felt something like that before.

And just like that, she walked in. She went to her usual table before she froze. She picked up the drink, checking to see if it was one that someone had left. Upon her realization that it was both full and hot, she brought it to her lips, tasting it.

Her eyes lit up when she realized what it was and she sat down.

Dante smiled, looking away from her.

And so that continued. Every day he bought her a coffee. Every day, she still had the same smile when she got it. Some days, he would throw in different baked goods just to see her smile grow.

Every day got a little more colorful. The dull grey tones slowly became slightly tinted with color, and he finally felt hope. She must be his soulmate.

That was the only girl he had been consistently seeing as of recently. She was the only girl he had ever felt this way for. She must have been it. This was it. This was his soulmate. Now, his only issue was figuring out how to talk to her.

He walked into the cafe, per usual, getting ready to order his coffee before he noticed his table.

There was a coffee cup there. When he looked around, he saw her. She was staring at him with a smile. He made his way over, picking up the drink and taking a sip. It was his usual order.

When he looked back down at the table, he saw the receipt. She had written on it. He picked it up, reading over it.

‘Hi I’m (Y/N)! Ty for the drinks and sweets <3. This is my number (xxx)xxx-xxxx. Call me.

Ps. I like your blue hair.’

He felt warmth rise to his cheeks and his whole world shift. Suddenly everything was bright and beautiful, there was so much color everywhere. When he looked back up at her, she was looking at him.

(Y/N).

Future (Y/N) Scarleto. 

.·:*¨༺ “Until I found her”  ༻¨*:·.