I had always seen the world in black and white, every color faded, muted, as though life itself had no vibrancy. It wasn’t something I thought about much; it was just the way things were. My world was quiet, untouched by the hues of emotion that others seemed to bask in. But today, as I walked through the crowded square, something shifted.

It was when my eyes met his.

Pippin. He was standing just a few feet away, his brown hair slightly tousled by the breeze, a small smile on his lips as if he knew something I didn’t. I didn’t know why, but in that moment, everything stopped.

The world around me—so dull, so gray—suddenly flared with color. It wasn’t a gradual change, but an explosion of light and vibrancy, like someone had pressed a button and turned the world from faded to full Technicolor.

I blinked, confused, my heart racing as I locked eyes with him. He was staring at me with the same look of awe, as though he felt the same thing. And in that second, I knew. It was him.

"Pippin," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd.

He stepped toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. "You... you see it too?"

I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and suddenly it felt as though the air between us was electric. Like the very universe had conspired to bring us together, to make me see the colors of life for the first time in years.

"You’re my soulmate," he said, his voice soft but firm, a little wonder and a lot of certainty in his tone.