Color.

Chapter 1 - Virgil.

Color. Such a foreign concept to him his whole life, up until a few moments ago. He hadn't ever thought he'd see it. His closest friend, Logan, claimed some people never met their soulmate. Virgil took it as not everyone had a soulmate. He was convinced he didn't. He'd never laugh in front of anyone, though, until he had heard them laugh first. Just in case. He hated when other people knew something important before he knew it. It made him anxious, like the person would keep it from him. He only did it as a precaution, anyways. As stated previously, Virgil thought he didn't have a soulmate.

Oh, how Roman's laugh proved him wrong. Virgil's eyes widened in shock as suddenly, all at once, his world was in vibrant color. No more black and white, no more dull shades of gray. He now saw blues and greens and yellows and, holy shit, was it something to experience. His entire body was shaking- no, quivering. Upon noticing this, Roman was struck with an incredible amount of concern.

"Virgil? Virge? Oh my god, are you okay?" He asked, crouching down and gently placing a hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil didn't notice the waterfalls streaming down his own cheeks, or the huge, doofy grin. "Virgil, please say something; talk to me." Suddenly; fear. Virgil knew Roman was his soulmate now. But Roman didn't know. They didn't always get along. Not in the "nobody gets along all the time" kind of way, but in the "they argue more often than not" kind of way.

The smile quickly faded and the excitement shakes turned into those of fear. Pure, unfiltered fear. Virgil finally spoke, his voice quiet as he stuttered out, "I.. I need to go, I'm sorry, I... Sorry." He then grabbed up his books and ran off campus, going straight to Logan's house. He'd been friends with Logan long enough that he didn't really need to knock on the door. So he didn't. He opened the door, waved hello to Logan's mother with a soft, quiet, "Hi, Mrs. Sanders." She hardly noticed until Virgil was out of the room and flying up the stairs, brushing past Logan's slightly younger brother, Thomas. The younger tried to say hello, but Virgil was moving too quickly and before he knew it he was barging in Logan's room, sitting on his friend's bed.

"....Hello to you too. I didn't know knocking was out of fashion." Logan said, raising an eyebrow at Virgil from his computer desk. "Everything alright?" He asked and, although he sounded monotone as usual, was clearly concerned by the look on his face. Virgil shook his head no- then nodded yes- then shook no again. He then made a noise between a whine and a breath, his way of saying he didn't know.

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he slid his chair out from his desk and walked over, sitting next to Virgil on the bed. He placed a hand on Virgil's back between his shoulder-blades without a word.

"What's wrong?"

"Color."

"Color?"

"Color."

Logan was clearly confused for a minute. He didn't know what Virgil was trying to say, so he tried to ask for clarification. "What.. about color?" Virgil opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. Logan rolled his eyes a bit, rubbing Virgil's back in slight understanding. He understood words were hard for Virgil- who was quite clearly having a panic attack. "Take your time. Tell me whenever you're ready."

Which wasn't long in the future, actually, as Virgil opened his mouth and finally said; "I can see it." There was a long pause of silence. Logan finally understood, but was still confused for some reason. Virgil could see color? "But, in order for that to be true you had to have.... Oh." Sudden, complete understanding.

"Who?"

"Roman."