Officer Toby - Spoby one shots

Colorblind

This once shot is based off the concept I am trying to write a full book about. It's set in a universe where everyone sees in black and white until they find their soulmate. Enjoy!

Toby's P.O.V.

  I'm so sick of seeing the world in black and white. But me being me, I know i'll never find my soulmate. I will never get to see the one thing I've always dreamed of seeing.

  Color.

  As i'm walking down one of the main streets or Rosewood, I get awful, judgmental looks from everyone I pass. I try to keep my head up, I know I don't deserve them. I didn't kill Alison. I manage to do just fine until I come up to a pair of siblings in front of the Brew. I smile as the older boy was showing his brother how to eat his ice cream. When they see me, their mouths drop open, and the older steers the younger across the street. Suddenly I can't take it anymore. My smile drops and so does my face, and I practically run to the first hiding spot I can find, completely on auto pilot. 

  I can feel myself slide down the wall and sit on the ground. I run my hands through my hair, and then they fall to grasp my sides. My breathing is shaky as I try to calm myself, but to no prevail. I can't see. My vision blurs over. I can feel the tears well up, and then fall down my face. How could I be so stupid? That little voice in my head cries out. No one could ever love you. Everyone hates you. You are never going to see in color, you are never going to find your soulmate. You will rot in prison for the rest of your days, Cavanaugh. I can't stop the panic attack. I just have to let it ride out. I think the worst part isn't that it's happening, It's that I know that little voice is right. I'm never going to find my one true love. The one who can give me color.

Spencer's P.O.V.

  As i'm out on a run one fateful morning, I come up Brew and begin contemplating the idea of getting a coffee, even though I've already had one this morning. But just as I am about to cross the street, I see him. Toby Cavanaugh. Even in a world of black and white, I could still recognize him from a mile away. The main focus of all of Rosewood now is to hate him. I duck behind a car to observe him. I see him smile at two kids, but when they cross to my side of the street, Toby's smile caves in and it's almost as if his whole body frowns as he briskly makes his way forward and turns into a gated off alley where the Brew keeps it's dumpsters. 

  I quickly cross to the other side of the street, trying to see what he was doing. What can I say? I'm curious. Still concealing myself just enough that he wouldn't see me, I peer through the bars to see him on the ground. He runs his hands through his hair, and then clutches his sides in pain. Is Toby crying? Maybe he didn't deserve any of this hate. I have to do something. Just as I am about to leave, something stops me. I turn back for one last look, and something seems different. I can't quite put my finger on it, so I decide to finish my jog, enjoying the blue of the sky on my way home.

  Toby's P.O.V.

*Next day*

  I'm still not sure how I got home, but either way, I don't think i'm ever leaving here again.  As I trace the picture frame with the edges of my fingers, I stare at the only picture I have of my mom. How do I get through this Mom? How can I ignore their hateful glares, and prove that I am innocent? Will I ever get to see in color like you did? She stares back at me, smile on her beautiful face, as she holds me. Baby me, that is. She always knew how to help me. When I was sad, she would sing to me. When I was angry, she would help me see the brighter side of things. When I would get panic attacks, she would hold me close and describe all of her favorite colors to me. She always said her favorite was blue, the color of my eyes.