word count:
‣ 3102 (longest part wooo)
warnings:
↳ angst in the beginning, FLUFF !!!! FINALLY, i think there are some swear words but idk, bad writing as always, i didn't edit it so ignore spelling and grammar mistakes please
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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I didn't leave the comfort of my home for two days.
When I was sobbing into the sink at school, it gave me time to become accustomed to the color blue. It hurt too, Mike never made me this upset. Sure, I got upset when we had arguments, but the blue was hardly noticeable at times. This time though, I knew I wouldn't stop seeing blue in a long time.
After cleaning up in the restroom, I decided that I didn't contain enough energy to carry on for the rest of a tiresome school day. I left right after, sneaking past teachers and staff and trekking to my house.
Hopper was working on a longer shift that unusual, so I had the house to myself for the majority of the day. I spent most of the day sobbing into my pillow, however. I cried until I felt that my eyes would simply burst from anymore tears.
I knew it was dramatic, but I had bottled up these feelings for so long that I almost forgot about them. This time though, with the final crack, everything came flooding out. I was actually grateful that Hopper decided to work for longer, because it allowed me to cry as loud and as long as possible.
When I finally ran out of tears for the time being, I fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from letting every single emotion out.
After what felt like only a few moments (though, peering at the clock I realized it had actually been two solid hours), I was awoken by a vibrating sound against my bedside table. I picked up my head from my pillow and grabbed my buzzing phone.
My heart dropped into the pits of my stomach when I saw the picture of Mike along with the calling symbol. I wanted to smile at the picture of him grinning at the camera; but the heartache made it impossible for me to twist my lips up into even a small smile.
He was calling me.
I desperately wanted to answer and hear his soothing voice, and his comforting words that always made my day brighter. I couldn't push myself to do it though, still overwhelmed from the argument (more so one-sided) with him. I was most definitely not ready to face him yet.
I didn't want to talk to him knowing he would rather have Rachel as his soulmate.
I declined the call, turning off my phone, and placing it on the table beside my bed. I tried to rest again, knowing that I would regret not using the break for my rest. After an hour of tossing and turning, I sigh in frustration before getting out of my bed and sitting at my desk, taking out the homework I had yet to start.
I spent my two days at home continuing an unproductive cycle. I woke up at nearly noon, worked on any homework I had, laid in my bed thinking about what happened between Mike and I, and slept after shedding some tears.
It was unhealthy, but it kept me away from Mike, which at this point was my biggest priority.
I often woke up in a panic as the blue became even more intense, wiped my tears away, and glances at my phone that always had a message from one of my friends.
