The boy sat opposite of the girl. In the bright sunlight his pale skin was luminescent, he theorized and gesticulated with his hands about Soulmates and Love while his eyes remained dull and grey. She did not glow. Her copper skin was shaded by the patio roof and while his form was taut and straight she curled in on herself, arms encircling bare legs while her chin rested on her knees. The heat would have been stifling if not for the occasional cool breeze and yet they sat close enough so that her toes left red imprints on the tops of his thighs. He paused, waiting for a response.

"You wouldn't know if soulmates or love exist anyway, until you were old and on your deathbed looking back at your entire life." She said ominously but his eyes warmed knowing that she always made statements of things she hoped weren't true.