This is the soul mate au where you cant see colour until you touch your soul mate. For those who dont know what the soul mate au is, its basically where at the age of 16+ you get a soul mate, you dont know who they are but every mark on their body, you get it too. You can also talk to them by writing on your arm.
Tom's pov
Ive always hated the idea of "soul mates", its just the world hating us until we find love. It doesn't help that I have depression, I'm gay and that I've never experienced love before, and yet I probably never will..whatever
The main thing I hate though is that all I see is grey scale, I don't get to see the beautiful colours of the world. Anyway. I spent ages awake last night on a music exam (they're in collage btw) .
A walk into the small towns coffee shop, greeted with a smaller clad, he had his hair in devil horns, showing off his light hair freckles, pale skin, and even two different coloured eyes! I couldn't tell what colours everything was though, since yeah... greyscale.
"What can I get for you today, sir?" He softly spoke, a thick foreign accent impailing his speech.
"Could I have double espresso? Mabye times it by a hundred more.." I say, tired from last night. I stayed up until 6am, just revising for exams. But the good thing is that its the end of the day, and end of the week.
"Jesus, you alright? I'm pretty sure you'd die from all that caffeine.." He said, giving me a questioning look. Why do I need to tell him--
"Up all night revising.., but yeah. Anything's better then the state I'm in now."
"Mkay. Whats your name, and anything else?" I hate it when people say this, bit I'd do anything to hear his luscious voice.
"No thanks and its Thomas .Ridgeway" I simply say, smiling lopsided.
I wait for a bit until I hear my name being called out.
"Thomas Ridgeway?" He says. Hearing say my name like that.... I already love him. I walk up to him, trying to read his name tag.
"Thanks...T-Tord?" I stutter, trying to read it, "odd name.."
"Wow thanks." He says sarcastically, then starts to laugh adorably. He then passes me my drink, I take it jumping slightly as soon as my finger collided with his.. I saw...c-colour....? no, no, no, no, no... I must be imagining things again...yeah. I look towards me, seeing Tord with a shocked expression on his face. I finally get to see his amazing features, his caramelized hair, his pale skin, freckles carefully placed around his cheeks, and lastly his eyes. His right eye being red with a hint of green, the left being an unusual white colour...then yet, I have no eyes.
We both look at eachother, smiling knowing that we are...
soul mates...

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