I have never wished to speak to someone as much as I wanted to speak to him.

His smile always gave me such warm and cozy feelings I couldn't fight, they just emerged from the bottom of my heart and invaded me until it flourished as a soft red that perked in my ears, what emends a broken heart is a new love, ¿right?

I was sixteen at the time, a high school student with all of those hormonal changes and up and downs that felt like a really tiring and bothersome rollercoaster, just an hour ago got my heart broken, by the girl I had this big crush ever since middle school when I met her; her name was Mikasa Ackerman, long black hair, graceful attitude with a serious demeanor, I collected the nerves to confess, and winded up rejected anyways, I mean, what kind of idiotic act was to confess to a girl that like someone else, and you even know who that someone else is, apparently, Eren Jaeger swooned her just as much as she moved the carpet under your feet whenever she glanced at you even if it was just to ask for a pencil or notebook, I mean:

¿How did the lady swept you in this weird rollercoaster when she barely talked to you? I have no idea how, but moving on from this whole "I got rejected by my crush and I feel like a dog just peed on me instead of the hydrant", after she said no with a stoic face and an apology for not liking me back, I winded up just running no stop, even after it started raining, my feet kept running, they felt numb and my heartbeat echoed in my ears, making my momentarily deaf each beat, when I felt my whole self soaked by the rain, I finally stopped by then, heavy breathing, trying to fill my lungs with some oxygen in exchange for all of the running, I was in front of a coffee shop, still feeling numb for all that happened so fast and painfully slow at the same time, my whole being feeling like I was stepped over by a truck and my heart torn and confused, I cried silently, without noticing my surroundings, I came to realize, "I'm not alone".

I looked away from the ground and turned my sight to where the feeling of being watched came from, a boy around my age looked at me, confused in worry, and he stood under the dome awning of the coffee shop behind him, he was wearing a beige apron which had the impression of a cup of coffee that said "Maria's coffee". His cheeks were covered in freckles, they looked cute I thought then and still think so.

"Are you okay?" – He asked nervously, tilting his head to the side, trying to see my face better.

"What do you think? Do I look fine?" – I asked back, regaining some composure, even though I looked terrible, crying a lot, my eyes getting sore still had the nerve to ask that knowing very well how bad I looked.

He sighed, smiling he answered "No you don't, but do you have appetite for hot cocoa and baking goods?" he tilted his head, waiting for my answer. I remained silent and just looked at him, blankly, "C'mon, I don't know what you've been through but it's going to help, I know." – He spoke again, then turned his back on me "I have felt that way before" – he said softly, almost silent to the ear, he started entering the shop when he turned to look at me again "are you coming or not?" – His lips curved in a gorgeous smile that warmed me down to the core. "Y-yeah, I'm coming" – I muttered shyly, following him inside.

The shop felt warm, yellow lights made the pale yellow walls look somewhat orange from my perspective, the place felt like a safe, familiar likely environment, the place had a few people, some just covering from the rain or drinking some hot beverage.

I liked the place, it seemed far better than expected, it looked like it was the perfect set for one of those romance movies in which they meet at a coffee shop and fall in love…instantly.

I repeated those four words in my head constantly, auto analyzing myself each time; I fell in a trance until his voice snapped me out of it. "Do you want to dry yourself and then order something or just dry yourself?" – His voice was melodic, at least to me, each word dripped affection and I liked that.

"First option sounds pretty rad" – I answered, feeling a smile spread across my face.

"Follow me then" – he said, motioning his hand to follow him. I followed him to the back of the store, where he handed me a towel, "I'll be right back" – he announced from the door frame smiling at me before he left. I unfolded the towel and dried my hair; my motions stopped a second just to feel myself blush and buried my face in my hands.

When he got back he had a pair of clothes in his hands, "We are around the same size so they should fit" – He announced.

I looked up to him, "thanks" – I said.

"Oh yeah, what's your name? Mine is Marco Bodt" – he declared, approaching me with an open hand.

"Name's Jean Kirstein, nice to meet you Marco" – I answered shaking hands with him. I had the towel he lend me around my shoulders.

"Fancy meeting, huh?" – He soothed, while grabbing the towel that was on me and ruffling my hair with it, he laughed, I felt like my body went out of control for a second, I don't recall trying to do so, but I did it anyway.

I held his face between my hands, looked him directly in the eye and muttered some kind of "yeah" and kissed him softly, his hands let the towel fall to the ground, he was silent, but I could feel his body shake a little, when I opened my eyes I saw his flushed face, and eyes full of surprise, I didn't know what to think, what I just did to him was enough to kick me out in that moment but what I got instead was a shy peck on the lips and his trembling voice saying "I'm going to let you change, I-I'm going to attend some customers" – he stuttered , diverting his eyes and covering part of his mouth with the back of his hand, he was red to his ears.

After that, I was left all alone at the back of Maria's Coffee, where I gave my first kiss to someone I just met, even when we were just mere strangers I knew there was a connection, like those legends of the long red thread that joins two people that are destined to be, and that day, it felt like I just met the other end of my thread, that rainy day in that coffee shop, I met the person I believe it's my soul mate.

this is going to hurt me in spiritual levels. and it just started, also i'm the author like man this is going to be kind of fucked up.