I looked out of the tiny window in my tiny dark room, it was raining and it was dusk. Probably about 8 am, I picked up a notebook and a pencil. As I walked back over to my bed, a sudden chill went through my body and it was almost uncomfortable.
I looked down at the notebook in my hands, and I seen my drawing of the boy who has been in my dreams every day for the past 3 months. His jet black hair and bone structure stood out to me most. My god, this man is perfect. Sadly, I've only seen him in my dreams and, well, now on a piece of paper.
I snap out of my own thoughts, and walk out of my room and head straight to the café.
"Morning Frank," smiled Miss Evelyn, "I see you're up earlier than usual."
I sat down beside her a sighed, burying my hands in my hair. Miss Evelyn is a small older colored woman. I know she's dark skinned because I can see the color black. She smells like soap and candies, and her clothes that she seats every time I see her makes me know she's an employee.
"Are you ready for another person coming in here? I hear he's very quiet and competitive. Just like you! Maybe you'll find a new friend." She chuckles, and I just glare at her.
Before I know it, the new guy has already made himself known. Considering that I was the only person alone at a table, he walked over to me and sat down. His small frame was slightly shaking under him and I knew he wasn't ready for anything. He wasn't even ready for one conversation.
I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly, and smiled. As he looked up at me and made eye contact, his eyes were different. They weren't black. They weren't gray. I don't know what they were. They were beautiful. Darker than white, lighter than gray. What is this color? Am I going even more crazy?
His jet black hair and bone structure looked even more familiar. This.. This man is in my dreams. This man is in my notebook. This man is carved into my mind. I stare for a minute, and run off.
This can't happen. Not now. He is not my soulmate.
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The Boy With The Afflicted Mind
FanfictionIt's a black and white community where Frank Iero is from. Everyone has an assigned color. People have different hair colors, and they aren't allowed to really be around people of different colors. Hair dye is illegal, but people find a way. Being g...