And you decided whether you saw beauty or destruction

The other side of the coin

(Soulmates)

This one's for "FairyArtLover" & "Mystic_Night" on ao3

Connor had ended up in plenty of weird places when high, but waking up in a house other than his own took the cake. The worst part? Connor hadn't even had anything last night.

He was in a small room that he didn't recognize, completely alone, feeling doozy. When he tried to sit up he felt an extra weight on him, it seemed to come from his left arm; when he got it out of the sheets he decided this was some extremely realistic lucid dream.

Staring at him was a white cast with his own name drawn over it like a claim. There was something to be said about Connor's subconscious if this was the mistake he was dreaming of.

He got up, feeling odd, and looked down to see he had pajama pants; that was new. With this sense he heads towards the wardrobe, if he's lucid dreaming that means he can change his clothes, probably, Connor doesn't really know.

He opens the wardrobe to find an abundance of blue, the kind of clothing options of someone who was trying to go under the radar; or maybe he was basing this too much on who this wardrobe most likely belongs to. Something catches his attention in the corner of his eye and when he looks he finds a easily recognizable boy in front of him, only the image moves when Connor does and he realizes there's a mirror attached to the back of the wardrobe's door.

Evan Hansen stares back at Connor, only he's a reflection, still, Connor's tiny gay heart was not ready so see Evan like this. His hair is everywhere, which is surprising for its length, and the clothes are old, baggy in some parts but there's a gap of skin visible that Connor has a specially hard time ignoring.

Connor's first thought is 'fuck he's adorable', his second thought is 'shit, this isn't a dream'. He comes to this realization because he was almost certain you couldn't see your reflection on dreams. He takes a moment to admire the way Evan looks, eyes going everywhere, trying to get as much information as possible because he doesn't think he'll have another chance to see Evan, not like this; then he proceeds to let himself worry about his situation.

While Connor was busy trying to make sense of what was going on, he missed the sound of the door opening.
"Honey, are you ok?"

Connor all but jumps out of his borrowed skin, turning around to find a small-ish blonde woman that's most likely Evan's mom, if the resemblance is anything to go by. She seems to irradiate exhaustion and comfort in spades, Connor swallows loudly.
"Evan?"

Connor opens and closes his mouth, tempted to play pretend for this woman, but her expression changes before he can, she smiles sheepishly.

"Oh, you're not my boy, are you?"

And Connor shakes his head no; he realizes, as she beams at him excitedly, exactly what's going on. Apparently, the universe has decided to push Evan into the mess that is Connor's entire existence, because he's Evan Hansen's soulmate.

"I ought to introduce myself; I'm Heidi Hansen, Evan's mom"

"I figured"

"You did?"

"You... look alike"
"Right, of course"
"I'm- I don't think I should- I know him, well not really, but I've seen him and, he's so... maybe it'd be better If I talked to him before telling you who I am?"

The woman, Mrs. Hansen? No, she doesn't have any wedding bands, probably Miss then; Heidi? Yeah, that was less of a hassle. Heidi beamed at him, lighting up like sky at night, and Connor didn't know how to feel about it because he hadn't meant for it to come out, it just... she had been staring at him with that exited expression, and Connor couldn't help but say it; that was a scary power she had going for her.