"Abigail came down." My husband said in an annoyed tone as tears continued falling from my eyes. "How can I calm down William?! My baby, OUR baby, is in a coma because we were terrible to him! We can't put this aside!" I almost yelled to him. "What will David think if he hears about this?! What kind of people will he think we are, William? I don't want him being mad at us." I cried into my husband's shoulder as he pulled me into a hug. "I'm home!" David called, followed by a small laugh. "These numbers meant everything to us. Don't ruin it." William said as he turned my inner wrist to face me before walking out our bedroom.
I quickly wiped away the tears that were remaining on my face, heading down stairs. "David! How was school sweetheart?" I asked as I kissed his cheek and sat next to him at our kitchen table. He was broken out of his almost day-dreaming state and laughed quickly, "I have something to tell you guys! It would be even more special though if Sam was here!" He smiled happily. "Do you think we could call him and tell him about it?" He asked as he sprang up for the phone. "Mom, are you okay? You seem like you've seen a ghost or somethin'." He giggled. "David I have to tell you something about Samuel." I almost choked out through newly forming tears. His face instantly became worried as he sat down again and looked at me. "What happened to him? Is he okay?"
I clasped my hand over my mouth as I finished telling David. Tears hit the table rapidly as I sobbed over what I did..., what he did. "No, but why would he do that? Why would he do that to himself when it's so... selfish." David said in an unsure voice. "Why did god make him so selfish, Mom? I don't get it..." I wanted to yell at him. "Your brother is not selfish! He isn't selfish from wanting to get away from that miserable situation, David! Why not just kill our selves? Just so god can kill us in his own way instead?! It's miserable!" I blurted out to him. I put my hands over my mouth again as I watched tears start to spill ever so slightly from his eyes. "I'm so sorry David.." I almost whispered.
"Can we go see him?" He asked as he turned his direction from his lap to me. "Of course! O-f course we can, David." I sounded so desperate... "What's it like to see colors, Mom?" He asked in an almost serious tone. "I don't know dear... I-I don't know.."
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(DISCONTINUED) The colors are amazing|A Kingbury Soulmate AU fanfic
FanfictionSamuel has had the number 17 marked on his wrist for the longest time and it's killing him that he can't see the colors. He thinks that he might not ever find someone that's his soulmate but miracles happen when he moves in with a guy he remembers f...
