word count:
‣ 1264
warnings:
↳ angst, bad writing, swearing, mentions of cheating, a smidge of violence (cuts somewhat described)
summary: ❝ the party lives in a world where women are born without seeing color, but see color depending on the emotion their soulmate makes them feel when they meet, and sees all colors when they connect. eleven knows that mike is her soulmate, but she keeps to herself.
that is, until a certain someone named rachel makes her vision go pure green ❞
a/n: based on dear-selena 's series on tumblr :)
{modern au}
{soulmate au}
[told in eleven's pov]
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"Ah shit!" Mike winces as I dab the alcohol swab against his cut. Mike had come to my house after hurting himself falling down the stairs, and had busted up some parts of his body.
He usually came to me for help after getting hurt, claiming that I was the only one he trusted with his "fragile" body. So me patching him up wasn't something out of the ordinary, yet I couldn't help the clenching of my heart at each groan or wince from pain.
"I'm sorry." I mumble, wrapping the bandage around the cut I had cleaned out. I made sure for it to be tight and wrapped correctly.
"N-No, you're good." He whispers, sucking in a breath as I tend to his final scratch. I dab the swab against the gash in his shoulder, the one he had gained after slicing it on a sharp object carelessly left on the floor at the end of the stairs.
I finish, and gently smile at him as I pack up the first aid kit. He gently shifts, getting used to the bandaging.
"Thanks, El." He smiles at me, sitting up from his laid back position on the bed.
"Yeah, of course. Just stop getting hurt you dumbass." He chuckles as I place the first aid kit in the cabinet in my bathroom, and return while shutting the door behind me.
"I'm glad someone is worried enough about me to clean my cuts." He mumbles, pulling his shirt back on.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my head tilting to show him the confusion that raced in my mind.
"It's just... a year ago this girl told me she was my soulmate. Turns out she wasn't... her name was Polly. She was a nice person from what I knew. She was in my math class and admitted she was doing really bad in the class. She asked me to tutor her so she could pass the class. A few weeks later she "confessed" to me that she saw colors around me, and was asking for my help to spend more time with me. I thought it was cute so we started going out... a month later I find out she's cheating. Then I found out she had done the same thing to a ton of guys, all thinking they were her soulmate. I was broken...."
My heart aches for the boy sitting hunched into himself on my satin sheets.
"I'm sorry, Mike. You don't deserve that." I say gently, taking his hand into mine and squeezing it comfortingly.
He smiles at me, reaching forward to pull me into his body. My head ends up on his chest as he lays back on the bed. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I reach my hand up to trace random figures against his chest.
My vision dances between yellow and pink, my heart racing at the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine. When he presses a kiss against my forehead, my vision fades into a soft and gentle pink. Moments as intimate as this were rare but were some of my favorite moments with him.
Whether he felt the same way about me or not, I deeply cared about Mike, and always wanted him in my life in some form.
"Hey, El?" His soft and croaky voice takes me out of my tired trance.
"Yeah?"
"Why haven't you told your soulmate about how you see colors yet?"
His question is innocent and reasonable, but I couldn't help but feel my heart ache softly.
"Um... well, you know... I just don't think he sees me in a romantic way. And I don't want to pressure him into being with me, I want it to happen naturally."
"El, come on! Anyone would be so fucking lucky to have you as their soulmate. You're incredible, your soulmate will love you!" He pauses to gently rub my back before continuing. "If I'm being completely honest, I felt a bit jealous when you said that you had met your soulmate."
My heart beat halts before accelerating to the point that I'm almost positive that Mike can hear it.
You're not the only one, I think to myself, remembering that his old crush is back from god knows where and now the color green is mainly the only color I see.
"I'm scared to find out my other half, after what happened with Polly.... but my mom always tells me that soulmates are destined to work out. So now I just have to wait for my soulmate to tell me."
I want so badly to tell him right then and there, but before I can say the words that have been on my mind for a long time, he continues.
"Like... look at me and Rachel. Yeah, she hasn't mentioned anything about soulmates to me yet... but I think her moving back to the exact place I live is a sign! I truly believed that she would never be in my life again, so the universe must have decided that now was our destiny."
The hope I felt that maybe I could finally confess and he would tell me that miraculously, he loved me back fell right down the drain. My throat seems to tighten as I can practically feel my heart drop.
The pink I had been enjoying faded into the green I dreaded each time I saw Mike.
But I couldn't help the fact that Mike was falling for another.
It then dawns on me that I really should have told Mike about my colors long ago. Maybe I would be saved from the heart ache each time he mentions Rachel's name. Maybe we would be happy together and in love. Maybe I wouldn't be seeing this loathsome green.
Now's the time. Tell him about the colors. Stop being afraid. I finally decide that now is the time to tell him.
I inhale deeply before opening my mouth, getting ready to reveal everything I had been bottling up for longer than it should have lasted.
"Mike, I-"
My words are cut off by the shrill ringing of his phone. He mumbles out an apology before pulling his phone out of his back pocket and lifting it to his ear.
"Mom? What's happening?" I fiddle with my hands, anxious to tell him the thoughts that had been burdening my mind.
He says goodbye to his mom, and hangs up before looking down at me.
"I'm really sorry, El, but my mom is getting worried and she wants me home soon. Talk to you at school on Monday?" I only nod, my throat tightening once more as I pull away to allow him room to leave.
"Get home safe." I mumble as he exits, giving me his signature grin.
As soon as the door closes I let out a groan, watching as my vision turns red at the loss of my opportunity. There was now a scarily small chance that I would find another opportunity to tell him how I feel.
I lay down in my bed, the red pounding in my eyes.
I hate that I didn't tell him. I hate that I have to feel this way. I hate that Rachel is taking Mike from me. I hate that I feel so jealous. And above all, I hate myself for bottling up these feelings.
I couldn't sleep all night, my mind racing as I finally decided on what I would do.
I was going to find a way to tell Mike that he was my soulmate.
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welp, that's part three!! this was also really requested so i hope u enjoyed 🥰
school also started yesterday so i won't be able to be as active as i hope to be so please excuse any periods of absence bc i'm taking pre-ap classes so they assign more homework 🤡
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