If ever two were one

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"Mommy! Mommy! Can I get these snackies?"
"No, go put them back." A stern tone, not unusual.
"Please! I want them." Begging never got me what I wanted. But why did I continue?
"Dammit I said no!" A hand, a familiar sight. But it didn't hit me?
"Huh.." Opening my eyes as if I would have woken up on a new planet. Blonde?
"Charles!" A scream of terror. Then of anger.
Turning back to me, a beautiful blonde haired boy. His shimmering emerald eyes never once did they cry. Unlike mine.
"Charles! Are you okay?!" At that moment, I knew I wouldn't forget them.
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I was never normal. Always wishing, staring out windows at kids my age. I just wanted to be a normal kid. Or just a kid.
"Mommy! Look they're outside again. Please can I go out?" My over sized pajama's covering my arms and legs even though it's burning hot outside, should have told me everything.
"No, you need to come back from the window and lay down." Mother would say, her voice stern.
"But-" I'd begin to say, immediately interrupted as I was yanked from the window.
"Come on. The new treatment came in." She'd pull me into my room. I wished to go outside but something was different about me. I was 'sick' ever since I was born. Nobody knows why I get this way and it's hard to help it. I have been homeschooled since I was a kid.
But eventually when I was 7 my mother found my father putting a poison in my meals causing me to just get deeper into my sickness. He ended up in jail and we moved. Ever since I've been trying to get better. I'm now 21 and going to my first public school. College.
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"Do you have everything?" She'd ask, grabbing snacks and a drink.
"Yes, mom. I promise." I'd groan. Grabbing the snacks. "Can I go now?" I'd slide the snacks in my bag while walking to the door.
"Yes yes don't wanna be late! Have a good time and don't be shy." She'd laugh, kissing my cheek.
"I know I know!" I'd walk out, the air brisk and the sun warm on my skin. What have I gotten myself into. I was nervous but I don't know anyone and I've never had friends. How do I even start a conversation.
Sighing, I'd open the doors. The place was huge. Bigger than I thought. I'd look around then open the schedule on my phone. Walking around to find the classroom I was in. I'd open the door, only a few people. I'd take a seat in the middle row. Not many people cared to look at me, is this what it's like?
As class began we didn't get an intro just the professors name and what the class was about. I never expected much, anyway.
As we got settled into class, I looked around. There was a mix of people. I never got to be around this many people. It was so pretty. But, of course my luck. We got a partner project for the first assignment. Looking around, I'd notice this boy who was surrounded by people. He looked familiar, I just couldn't tell why.
Our eyes met and I saw a familiar emerald shine in them. I noticed that he started to come this way. I tried to avoid eye contact any longer but he already made it next to me.
"Need a partner, you look new?" He'd say, sitting down next to me while smiling.
The smell of his cologne was amazing, he was also super handsome. Why me? "I mean..yes. But you don't have to." I'd say softly, looking at him. Our eyes met again. The soft green, I've seen it before. But..where?
"I insist." He'd smirk. "I'm Charles." He'd look back at his friends, waving his hand.
"I'm Elias, but just call me Eli." I'd smile. Why did this person choose me as a partner. Who are you and why do I remember you?
"Weird question, but, you're the kid at the store. Right?" He'd ask, his face had a curious look.
The kid at the grocery store? My mind ran. Then it clicked. "Wait, you're the kid who helped me?" My eyes widened. It all came together, the soft green eyes and light blonde hair neatly slicked back. The smell of rich wood and cologne. I remembered. How could I of forgot, you?