[ WP ] Write a story where people hear a 'click ' whenever they meet their soulmate .

`` You're worrying for no reason, sweetie. Your father and I are not soulmates and we're happy with each other.'' my mother said as she fixed white flowers into my long dark hair. 
 
 Her face was pursed with concentration, she seemed to be weaving a crown in an attempt to tame my unruly hair. I stopped a sigh from escaping; she had done so much for this day. Instead, I tugged her skirt gently. 
 
 `` What if...'' I mouthed. 
 
 `` You would n't know, would you?'' she replied, tugging the piece of hair she held downward. `` Ow!'' I squealed indignantly. `` I'm sorry.'' she mouthed and continued fussing with my hair. 
 
 I fidgeted and flexed my stocking covered toes. `` I would know'' I thought to myself. My face was smothered with paints, powders, and pigments whilst my eyes were an odd shade of yellow and green; I still was n't accustomed to the contacts my mother had picked out and it felt strange to be without my spectacles. 
 
 `` I want people to see your beautiful eyes.'' my mother repeated incessantly at the optometrist, insisting that I bought several pairs of different coloured contacts to match the clothes we picked up. We had been visiting all the shops that day to purchase makeup, clothing, shoes and every other unnecessary thing the salespeople pushed onto her, for my sake. 
 
 I swore that my debit cards felt *physically lighter* after that shopping spree. 
 
 `` Be careful when you put the dress on, you do n't want to ruin the hair and makeup. I hope you choose the black one, the one that makes you look like you've lost 5 kilos.'' my mother said excitedly. I nodded and glanced at the dresses she arranged on bed, each pressed to perfection. 
 
 `` There.'' she said and I glanced at my reflection. I looked... like my mother's daughter. 
 
 `` You look beautiful.'' my mother gasped, wiping tears off her eyes. `` If he does n't fall in love with you, he's a fool.'' 
 
 I swallowed hard and stared at my reflection. My mother busied around the room momentarily before exiting the room. I noticed that the black dress was placed slightly away from the rest. 
 
 Two hours later, I arrived at the party. Three hours later, I stood awkwardly at the side of the room, staring at the many people mingling, dancing, and drinking all around me. Every now and then, everyone would momentarily be stunned and two more people would slowly walk towards each other and spend the rest of the night huddled in the corner, whilst the rest of the room watched them. 
 
 The *click*, the sound of soulmates being matched. It was a particularly successful night with over 5 couples matched within the first hour; since the matchmaking company I worked for held the last successful party, their event has been the party of the year filled with singles hoping to meet *The Click*. It's the only thing anyone could talk about for the past three months. 
 
 The elusive click was an unknown concept to me; I had all but given up until I met him. If he was n't my soulmate, I did n't know what else it could be. From the moment we met to now, he had slowly invaded every part of my mind and memory. He was the one for me, as far as I was concerned. 
 
 I waited in the sidelines, concentrating on my beverage whilst repeating a silent prayer for the familiar face. He was late, as usual. 
 
 It was another hour before I felt a shadow looming over me. I turned only to find him poised, seconds away from jumping on me. I gave him a grin. 
 
 `` I swear, you ca n't be deaf. You always catch me before I get you.'' he chuckled before giving me a once over `` Gosh, you look so different. What did you do to my friend? Where're your trusty glasses?'' 
 
 I forced a smile and shrugged, feeling a lump form in my throat. `` It's my mum. She's a hairdresser, you know.'' I said. `` Um. I thought... you know. I should look good if I meet someone.'' 
 
 He nodded cautiously, sipping his drink. `` You look uncomfortable.'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' I said, feeling my stomach tighten. `` Well. I am... not... used to large crowds.'' I stuttered in reply before taking a gulp of liquid courage. `` Are you enjoying the party?'' 
 
 He made a face and placed the glass on a nearby table, mouthing `` Same old. I heard that many people met up with soulmates last year. Just thought I'd try this year, y'know.'' 
 
 He ended with a sigh. `` I turned 40 yesterday.'' 
 
 I nodded and bit my lip. How was I going to tell him that I liked him and that we should be with each other. Forget the hyped concept of soulmates or the fact that it was our jobs to model how the phenomenon occurred. 
 
 `` I'm sure you'll find someone. She does n't need to be a soulmate. I mean, perhaps the whole concept of soulmates is a little outdated... my parents are n't soulmates...'' I trailed nervously. 
 
 He seemed to just stand there, looking away. We stood beside each other for what felt like a good ten minutes before he stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. 
 
 My heart skipped a beat the moment I felt his hand and the noise ceased; his fingers were surprisingly callused and his grip was firm. He took a step closer and I could smell him; the scent of my daydreams. My eyes met his shocked face. 
 
 `` I heard it. I heard a click. My *click*.'' he said, his eyes wide. I felt my lips part. My knees shook. My eyes widened. Was it something I said? This was too good to be... 
 
 `` I think she's on the other side of the room.'' 
 
 My head fell and the lump in my throat threatened to suffocate me. 
 
 `` Oh my God. I see her. I see her. *I hear it*. The *click*.'' 
 
 Every eye in the room was on me and him. `` Go.'' I whispered. `` Go. Everyone's...'' 
 
 As quickly as he entered my space, he left, walking hurriedly towards the other side of the room. I gripped the table I stood by. My eyes watered and I did my best to keep them down and not let it ruin the work my mother had put hours into. My vision grew cloudy as I moved to the corner, trying to gauge the exit. 
 
 My hands reached into my purse and grabbed a blotting paper, carefully removing traces of tears from my eyeball. I took a deep breath and turned. 
 
 Despite my poor vision, I could see his outline in the distance huddled over a woman clad in red. I fished my spectacles out and put it on. His eyes were soft yet intense; he was looking at her as if he wanted to drink in every detail about her. Their hands were intertwined and I felt his phantom touch on mine. His head bowed slightly to catch her words, his eyes crinkled as he smiled the smile I had memorised and replayed in my head for the past year. 
 
 My eyes reluctantly moved to her and I felt the strongest pang of jealousy. `` It was supposed to be me,'' I thought to myself. She looked as enamoured, her face glowing in the dimmed room, her lips moving to say the words `` I ca n't believe I've never met you.'' 
 
 `` I know, it's crazy. I've worked in this building for three years... I. Wow. I did n't think the *click* would happen to me. Was it real?'' she went on. 
 
 `` Yes. You're perfect...'' I saw his lips say before they descended on hers. 
 
 I felt every part of my body tense and the deepest hush swept over my body. At that moment, I acquainted with the mental torment I'd later know as heartbreak. I'd never be physically able to hear the sound of meeting a soulmate but the silence of heartbreak was too familiar a friend. 
 
 *Click*. 
 

