“you are my favorite daydream”
AVA’S POINT OF VIEW
You know what sucks? Being the only person walking around public with not a hand to hold, just like everyone else here. What sucks even more is when the couples are looking at you with either pity or harsh judgement. It happens though.
We don’t know how the idea of soulmates came into the light. It started so long ago. When a baby is born, they have a mark on their wrist. It can be a mark of anything, as long as it matches another baby’s born on the same day. As we grow up, we begin to sense that our time to meet our soulmate is getting closer. The average age to find your soulmate is 17 years old. Sometimes, soulmates find each other at a younger age and grow up together, and very few have found each other a couple years after passing the average age border. I just so happen to be part of the very few that have yet to find their soulmate. My problem is that it’s taking a little longer for me, and I don’t know why. I’m about to turn 21 years old, and I’m still alone. Everyday, I have to wake up and walk around watching other soulmates look at each other with love. I will admit that it makes me happy to see them so happy and so in love. At the same time, I wish that it could also be me. Everyday, I wonder where my soulmate is. Are they even in the same city as me? Are they even alive? Where are they?
“Ava,” I looked up to see my best friend Candy staring down at me with two cups of coffee in her hands. I completely forgot that she and I are at the coffee shop by our apartment building. She smiled at me slightly, “Are you okay? Were you thinking about them again?”
I sighed and took the coffee from her, “Thank you. And...yeah. I know I shouldn’t think too hard about it, but I can’t help it, Candy. I’m about to turn 21, and here I am, still mateless.”
Candy placed a comforting hand on mine, “Don’t worry about it, honey. If I were you, I’d take advantage of this whole not-having-a-mate-thing and live my life.”
I chuckled at her words. Candy and I have been best friends ever since we were in school. We’ve been through thick and thin together. She was always seen as the tough one out of the two of us. She always had to fend off the bullies on the playground and be my personal bodyguard. She was always the tough one. She was my bodyguard, and I was always the one to make sure that she stayed out of trouble. A lot of people would wonder how she and I stuck together as friends. The answer’s simple; it’s because we are the opposite of each other. She’s the tough rock, and I’m practically a pile of jello that couldn’t hurt a fly. That’s why we need each other. What I will always love about Candy is that she always comes to me. On some days, she allows her emotions to show, but only to me. She never liked to show her feelings to the world; she preferred to be seen as the tough, happy chick. But when she’s not having a good day, she’s never embarrassed to come to me and to talk about it. I would then do my very best to make sure that she is okay and safe.
I took a sip of the coffee and sighed at the comforting taste. I then looked at Candy and asked, “So, how’s Keanu doing?”
Candy scoffed, “Keanu? Don’t even get me started on that fucker. You know, he’s been so busy with work and he’s been so stressed out. I’ve tried to help him a couple times, but it’s like he wants try and handle his troubles on his own. On top of that, he’s also had to cancel our date twice! I kind of want to tell him to take a week off and to relax at home so that he’s not completely stressed out, but I don’t know if he’s going to want to do that.”
Keanu was Candy’s soulmate. Their relationship isn’t uncommon. Candy is a couple years younger than Keanu. While we were in high school, Keanu was in his third year at university. Of course, no frowned down on their age difference, except for Candy’s parents. When they disapproved of their relationship, Candy didn’t hesitate to move out. She and I had come up with enough money to find our own place and she would go to Keanu’s place a couple times a week. Keanu was literally the male version of Candy, hence them being perfect for each other. They weren’t romantic with each other; they treated each other as if they were best friends. In my point of view, that’s the best kind of relationship. From time to time, they would be romantic with each other. I admired the two.
“Well, I’m sure that he’ll probably consider taking a small vacation with you. He clearly needs it. I mean, you told me that he’s been working overtime sometimes.”
Candy looked down at her cup and shrugged, “I’m not going to tell him what to do – first of all, he doesn’t even like being told what to do. Second, he doesn’t always listen. But I’ll talk to him when I feel the time is right.”
I nodded in agreement, “Good idea.”
Candy then asked, “Have you spoken to your parents lately?”
I shook my head, “Not really. It’s pretty much the same as it’s always been. They’re working a lot, we barely talk, and then they send me money and gifts to make up for it. Which is fine because I can use that money to help pay the rent for our apartment, but at the same time, I wish they would have at least five minutes to talk to me over the phone.”
Candy hummed, “Your father’s a CEO and your mother’s a lawyer after all. It happens.”
I shrugged, and we continued to drink our coffees, watching the world outside the window. I then turned to her, “I forgot to ask, but how are your classes going?”
Candy’s eyes widened, and she curled her lips, “You know, I actually don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t been to the last two sessions for my classes.”
My lips formed an ‘O’ and I only nodded. Candy always hated school. She wasn’t bad at it, she just really hated it with a burning passion. Her excuse was because of her parents and them always pressuring her. Hence her not talking to them anymore. It was understandable, but sometimes I’d wish that she’d try.
Later that night, I sat on the couch reading a book. I heard Candy walk into the living room, and I looked up to see she had a backpack slung over her shoulder. I asked, “Going to see Keanu?”
She nodded and asked, “Yeah, will you be okay tonight?”
I replied, “Of course, I’ll be fine. Tell him I said ‘hello’. And make sure you text me so that I know you got there safely.”
Candy smiled and bounced over to me, placing a kiss on my head.
“I’ll see you in the morning then. Don’t burn our apartment down.”
I laughed as she walked out, shutting the door behind her. I closed my book and set it on the coffee table. I got up and wrapped my blanket around my shoulders, heading over to our big window between the kitchen and the living room. I pushed the window up and stepped out onto the small balcony. I sat on the metal floor and felt the cool breeze hit my cheeks. I shivered slightly and looked down at my mark. Tonight, it was a crescent moon; the exact shape as my mark.
I looked up and stared at the bright crescent in the night sky.
“Hello again,” I began. “So, uh... I’m still mateless. I’m not sure if I can hold on any longer. I’ve been waiting for too long and I’m so tempted to move on. Anyways, Candy just left to go see Keanu. She said that he’s been so stressed out and she’s doing everything she can to help him, but I think that’s stressing her out too. Please make sure that they stay happy. That’s all I want for them.”
Whenever Candy leaves to go see Keanu, I would spend the night talking to the moon. It was always comforting for me, talking to the moon. I’ve been doing even before I was a teenager. Growing up, my parents would always be stuck at their offices working. And so, besides finding a good friend in Candy, I had also found a good friend in the moon. I said goodbye to the moon and climbed back into the apartment. As I climbed into my bed, I said the same prayer that I’ve been saying for the past three years.
“Please let me find my soulmate or let them find me. That’s all I want.”
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