Everybody is born with a soulmate and heterochromia-your right is your natural eye color and your left is the color of your soulmates. When you meet your soulmate, your eyes match up.
Fate has a twisted sense of humor.
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[chaptersix]; andI'malwaystiredbutneverofyou *
Today is a sad day. Heavy rain is beating against the roof, matching Newt's mood. He's back in London so the rainy weather isn't really a surprise. In two days, it'll be four years since his mum passed away. Fours years of his father's dull, grey eyes. Fours years of Newt mistaking his sisters voice on the phone as his mothers, their pitches almost matching exactly.
He's sitting in a taxi at the moment, Chasing Cars playing on the radio as the yellow vehicle drives down a familiar street. He's missed England in all honesty. However, he hasn't missed the odd fish smell of his hometown.
The taxi stops, parked outside of Newt's childhood home. It's a two story red brick that his dad took forever building before Newt was born. He pays the taxi driver, a middle aged man with a beer gut and an odd yellow stain on his grey t shirt. He guesses it's mustard most likely.
Newt sets his suitcase down, breathing in the fish smell and taking in the sight of his home again. He picks up his luggage and goes to knock on the door when it's suddenly ripped open, a body being flung towards his. He nearly falls over but manages to stumble back just a few steps, catching the person in his arms safely.
Newt sees similar dirty blonde hair and striking blue and green eyes and-okay, that makes more sense. It's only Ava, his sixteen year old sister with a knack for causing trouble and a killer puppy dog face.
He gets pulled in a bone crushing hug once again and actually hugs back this time, smiling happily as his cheek pudges where it's pressed against her bony shoulder. "You never call anymore," She whispers, her hold on him loosening. Newt's smile falters and a frown takes place instead. He shakes his head and squeezes his arms around her waist once more before pulling away and taking a few steps back.
He gets a good look at her, frowning again as she pulls her hand out of his grasp and folds her arms against her chest instead. "I-I've been busy, you know that Ava," Newt finishes lamely, walking with her to the door.
"Dad, Newt's here!" Ava tells up the stairs as Newt closes the front door and waits for his dad to come down so he can hug him. He hears a loud thump, a groan, and a door slamming shut. Newt's eyes widen and he looks alarmingly at his sister who looks a little worried.
Their dad appears at the top of the stairs, smiling sheepishly as he rubs the back of his balding head. "Couldn't get the bloody door to open," Marc Issacs explains to his kids, glaring at the door as if it could harm it.
