Virgil woke up to the dim light of the sun going through his window. It was still seven in the morning, the world had just woken up. He had always liked looking at the shadows in the morning. The shadow of the trees outside would dance around the wall. It was usually relaxing. That morning, Virgil didn't—couldn't—feel the warmth of the sun or see the brightness of the morning. It was cold and silent. He shifted in his bed, trying to get deeper into the covers. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. His mind would drift to his trip with Remy to the library.

Remy found his soulmate. Virgil thought he looked so happy. Virgil didn't want to ruin that for his cousin... but he didn't want to be left alone. Now that Remy found his soulmate, he wouldn't need Virgil to keep him company anymore and Virgil would go back to being the weird anti-social emo.'Yeah, of course. Anyone who wants to be around me is an idiot.'

Virgil didn't feel like getting up, but he had to. He had class at eleven a.m. later, so he needed to get some work done. His brain was still half-asleep as he drag himself to the bathroom. After washing his face, brushing his teeth and applying his usual make up, Virgil went to the kitchen. Coffee first.

"Dobroye utro! " Virgil jumped at Remy's sudden appearance—and loud exclamation.

"Geez, since when are you a morning person?"

"I'm not," Remy leaned on the kitchen counter, watching Virgil work the coffee machine. "I'm just, y'know, excited." He sighed, suddenly looking... worried?

Virgil crossed his arms on his chest, concern etched on his face. "You good Rem?" Virgil asked cautiously, thinking what might be wrong. He had been so happy just a second ago. 'Please don't kick me out. Please don't kick me out.' Virgil repeated in his head. He was scared that his fears might come true—that Remy didn't want to'have anything to do with Virgil anymore, that Remy might reject him.

"Yeah, girl, I'm fine! Now, I think I need to tell you something." Remy fixed on a bright smile, his eyes wrinkled behind his sunglasses.

'Oh wow, this is it. He's gonna-' Virgil's train of thought was abruptly interrupted.

"I, like, promised that I'll tell you about my hour once you have yours. Y'still wanna hear 'bout it, brateyek ?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Okay." Virgil let out a long, relieved sigh. However, he didn't actually want to hear Remy's hour either. It's not that he didn't want to know. He did, but talking about soulmates is exhausting. Virgil didn't want to think about how his soulmate practically rejected him without ever knowing him. But, Virgil thought that he might as well listen to the story since he didn't want to ruin Remy's mood. Besides, class won't start until four more hours anyway.

After Virgil was done making coffee, he dragged Virgil onto the couch. He plucked the mug of coffee from Virgil's hand and took a large, obnoxiously loud sip—which earned him a deadly glare from his cousin. He put the mug on the table and leaned himself back on the couch with a smile.

"Alright, where do I start..." Remy began his story.

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Remy woke up with a jolt. He thought he was having a really weird dream. He was by the ocean, not doing anything in particular. Then he was suddenly on a cliff and something pushed him off. He fell. Falling, falling slowly. And...

And he was awake.

Remy checked the alarm clock on his bedside table. 23:59. Why was he awake again? Ah, right, nightmare. The more Remy thought about it, the less it seemed like a nightmare, but more like a really weird dream. He wasn't scared. He was never scared in his dreams, even though sometimes he found himself in a dangerous situation. He was always calm.

The clock continued ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock... The rhythmic beat of the clock almost lulled Remy back to sleep. Almost.

Suddenly, Remy felt a dull, throbbing pain at the back of his head. It felt as if someone had taken a heavy book and bashed it on the back of his head. He closed his eyes again, trying to will the pain to go away. For a few seconds it worked. Then, it was back. The pain crawled its way up to the front of his head.

Then it was gone.

Remy opened his eyes again and he was greeted by a very bizarre sight. It was bright, and it was especially bright considering that a second ago he was lying in the dark. ''Tchyo za ga'lima...? Am I dreaming?' Remy was still half asleep and his brain was not functioning. That's what you get for being a heavy sleeper.

Remy was sitting of the sofa of a cafe. There was a cup of coffee in front of him that looked like whoever bought it had barely touched it. Next to it was a phone. He could hear rustles of paper from the girl reading a book a few tables away. He could smell the faint muted scent of coffee. He could feel the gentle breeze from the air conditioner. It was very nice and he liked it. It was then that he realized outside was still pretty bright.'Wasn't it midnight?'

Remy took the phone to check the time. 17:00. 'Well, that's weird.' He stared at the lock screen of the phone and noticed the date written under the time. It was a day earlier than it should be. 'Alright, what the actual fuck... Oh...' A sudden thought crossed Remy's mind. He immediately unlocked the phone using fingerprint and checked his location. Florida. 'Alright, that confirms my theory of me not being in Russia... now, how in the hell did I get here?' Remy wasn't a person who freaked out much, but anyone would absolutely freak out if they wake up and find themselves in a different continent.

'What's happening?' Remy finally took a sip of the coffee in front of him, his brain working on auto-pilot. 'Is it... O Bozhe... ' Of course it was the hour . Remy had just turned nineteen, so it made sense. How did he not realize that sooner?

After he realized that he was, in fact, having his hour, Remy didn't know what to do. He was freaking out internally, but he had to keep his cool since he was in a public setting. As the caffeine from the coffee started to kick in, he could finally start to process what was happening. The whole thing made him both excited and scared. 'Alright, I need the bathroom, right now!'

Remy got up from his seat, walking to the bathroom with anticipation. 'Why did I come to the bathroom again? Ah, right, okay.' He walked to the mirror and stared. The mirror was big and he could see half of his—his soulmate's—body.

"On goryachiy..." Remy whispered to himself. He could definitely see himself with this guy.

He was wearing a yellow t-shirt with a black bomber jacket and a royal-yellow beanie with the word 'cyber' written across it in black. Remy looked down to see black pants and black sneakers. He could see the defined jawline and he couldn't help himself but trail his finger over it. He brought his hand to his chest. He could feel some mass of muscle in there. He moved his hand down to his stomach, feeling the lines of the subtle muscles underneath. This guy didn't have raging abs, but he sure was hot.

Remy looked at the mirror once again. Those eyes. 'Heterochromia...' Remy vaguely noted. The left eye was a warm honey color, almost golden. The right eye was a striking grey. Remy was glad no one was in the bathroom with him, because he couldn't suppress the squeal that escaped his throat. Oh, Holy Mother of God! This guy is his soulmate!

Suddenly, the events of a few months ago came back to him. His hands tremble at the memory. 'Nope. You big brain. Don't you start! Not today! NO. MA'AM!' Remy lectured himself. He took a deep breath and gave his reflection a nod. Then, he walked back to his seat—oh look the coffee is still there.

A thought flashed in Remy's mind. His soulmate must be in Saint Petersburg right now. It was midnight there. And he's in Florida. 'How long would it take for us to find each other?' Remy had a feeling that neither of them would be patient, 'at least, I'm not.' Remy took another sip of coffee. He had to note what the cafe was, the coffee was nice.

It was bizarre. People normally have their hour at home, at midnight, when no one else was there to see it happening. Remy's hour was very different. He wasn't even in a private place, there are people all around him. It was a good thing that his soulmate was in the coffee shop alone. If there were other people with him, Remy would've panicked. Remy went to the counter and asked for a pen and paper.

It was a weird experience for Remy, who usually speak Russian to switch into English. It's not that he didn't speak English, he actually spoke perfect American English (complete with an American accent) because he learned English from his cousin, Virgil who lived in the United States. It was weird because he normally only speak English to himself.

Once the pen and paper were in his hands, he went to sit again and wrote a small note.

Remus Galanicheff (19)

Yes I'm Russian. And yes, I speak English.

Remy had to add that detail in case his soulmate freaked out—which was a very likely case.

See you whenever I'll see you.

Remy didn't want to make any promises. He didn't write 'see you soon' or something of the like, because he didn't want to give a false hope. It could have been years before they actually meet. Remy didn't write anything else. He wanted to keep his soulmate guessing.

Remy checked the time again. Five more minutes. He still had time to do something. Remy didn't actually know what he wanted to do, so he just observe the coffee shop. It'll probably a while for him to see this place again—if he ever will again. He took note of the smell, fresh coffee and chocolate cake. He took note of the sound, the muted voices of people talking and the dull thuds of footsteps. Remy toyed with the note paper in his finger. That's when he decided to add something else to the note.

терпение, дорогая

terpeniye, dorogaya

Remy wrote it in the back of the first note, writing in small letters. He hoped his soulmate will find the "secret" message and maybe find the translation.

Suddenly, Remy felt a familiar pain in the back of his head. He tried to resist. He didn't want to leave yet, but there was nothing he could do. He closed his eyes, waiting for the headache to subside.

Then, he was on his bed again. The clock read 01:00. 'Shouldn't have drank that coffee.'

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"It's only been a few months after my hour now. I thought it would be years before I met him," Remy said, concluding his story. He took the coffee from Virgil's hand again—which he already drank about half of the mug—and took a large gulp, shoving it back into Virgil's hands.

Virgil only nodded a few times during Remy's story-telling. He didn't know what to say. Remy had said he was scared, which was odd considering that Remy was always so confident. 'Though everyone has their odd times,' Virgil thought. It was nice seeing Remy so happy. Usually Remy's is a big ball of sass, but this time it looked like genuine joy was radiating off of him. 'I guess some people are lucky enough to have a loving soulmate.'

"What are you gonna do now?" Virgil asked, holding his mug of coffee close to his chest. He felt so small. Seeing Remy so happy made Virgil insecure. Will he ever find that kind of happiness in his life. Forget soulmates, is he ever be that happy in general?

"Well, I don't got no class t'day. So, I might just hang out with you, but let's not stay in the apartment and actually go out . Get some sunlight for that vampire skin of yours," Remy exclaimed cheerfully, getting up from his set on the sofa. Remy pulled Virgil by the back of his shirt, making him stand up with force and pushed him lightly in the direction of his room. "Get, your stuff, girl. "

"Fine." Virgil walked back into his room to get his stuff. 'It's gonna be a long day.'

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Thank you for reading! Hope you like this one. Hopefully I'll still be able to upload this Friday.

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Russian stuff (please correct me if I made any mistakes):

Доброе утро!
Dobroye utro!
[Good morning!]

Brateyek
Братик
[brother (in diminutive form)]

Чё за галима
Tchyo za ga'lima?
[What the fuck?]

O Bozhe
О Боже
[Oh my God; Oh God]

Он горячий
On goryachiy
[He's hot]