I walked through the crowd, dodging bodies that were walking in the opposite direction. My pendant bounced gently on my chest. It was cold out; March in Chicago is never any fun at all. My pendant was also cold as it bounced, swinging from its chain.
My pendant had never been warm. Of course, I was fairly young, but all of my friends had found their matches already. I always hoped that I would feel it get warmer, but it never happened. I thought to myself, maybe I'm a Cold. Colds were the people who didn't have a soulmate. Once they were highly discriminated against, but now we're a more accepted part of society. However, you could still occasionally find some crazies who held them in contempt.
I wasn't afraid of being a Cold for that reason; it was more that I was a hopeless romantic, and there was nothing I desired more than for my pendant to heat up. I could accept being a Cold but I would be sorely disappointed.
As I was thinking about this, I felt a warmth through my sweater. Coming from my pendant. And it was increasing fast.