Not On Drugs

"Look at me," Reki says, somehow answering Langa's need for a decision. His friend grips his wrist at the edge of his vision and leans closer, the other hand brushing back strands of thin wispy hair that the night breeze has blown into a frazzled mess.

"Just look at me, Langa." Reki says again, but Langa is staring at the speckled black sky and tries not to think about black blood.

(There's a natural, common phenomenon in which the world gains its whole colors for those who manage to connect with another particular person. Supposedly, their soulmate.)

(4/5 chapters complete)