Stylindon Stories

"No, please! Let me go!" Harry cried, desperately trying to pull away from the man's clutches. His efforts, though, were useless. Soon, he was being held down on a large metal table, tears flowing from his emerald eyes. He let out one more desperate shriek as he was knocked out to be operated on, his vision flickering away. Waking up at what could have been hours later, Harry tried to get up as quickly as he could, only to fall over, having the world spin around him. Every time the boy tried to move a flash of light would cross his eyes as others faded. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his fazey brain, only to see no improvement. Sounds echoed in deafening a volume. The noises made him grab his head and cry put on pain. "Wh-what have you done to me?" He asked softly, shutting his eyes. "I want I go home." Harry whined, burying his head in his hands. A stiff chuckle filled the small room, sending Harry's hands flying to his sensitive ears. "Don't we all?"

"You're still seeing in black and white?" Liam said, no longer beating around the bush. "Yeah, but maybe there's some kind of problem, you know?" "The problem is that you're still with Eleanor even though you know she sees colors." "But maybe there's just a problem with me and I'm never going to be able to see colors and she is my soulmate. Maybe there's just something wrong with me." I tried to argue but we both know that that's not true. Soulmates and colors are almost an exact science, there can't be anything wrong. The colors don't make mistakes. "Do you see colors with Eleanor?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "No..." I answered after thinking about it for a second. I don't know why I thought about it. It never changed. "Then she's not your soulmate." He said matter-of-factly. "Okay, then who the hell is? Who's my soulmate and why haven't I met her already?"