Chapter 1: Gravity

When we are born we are born with something that no other species can understand. We are not just born with physical and spiritual love but we are born with a symbol of it. And it's not the lump of flesh beating inside our breast. No, it has to do with the color of our eye.

When a member of the human race is born, he or she is born with one eye they're natural eye color. But the other eye is a symbol; a symbol in which hints toward you're soul mate. And although there are almost eight billion humans on this planet, you only have one soulmate and one life to find him or her. There may not be 7 billion colors in the world but there is more way to realize the eye you're staring into is the one.

No amount of science or conspiracy can exactly pinpoint why this is possible. Humans are known for their unquenchable lust for knowledge, but for whatever reason society leaves this subject at rest. Some say that god blessed and cursed the species by not allowing him or her to choose his own lover. Some says it's a chemical substance found in the oxygen we breathe and exhale. But everyone secretly acknowledges that it is one of the few things that no matter how much "evidence" you have; it cannot be explained.

This "symbol", this symbol of a lover's eye truly makes our society different than from what it was like before. Before our two eyes had the same color and we got to pick our lover. "Date" is a way out of date. Out of date by centuries. Now, humans with the "symbol" catch a glance at their lover and the two just suddenly click. Slowly after growing close, the bond severs their eye that reflects their lover's eye. Then the pair is instead connected by soul.

Young couples can do simple things, like ask their partner short question or pick up any stress radiating off them from a couple blocks away. But old couples can do unexplainable things. Old couples can have conversations in one another's head, sense wild or hurt emotions from their soulmate from anywhere on Earth, and even, and even just possibly, trade his or her own breathe for his or her lover. Yes, a soulmate can donate the remaining years of life to his or her special one.

Marriage is also another useless and old term now, only the oldest of old fashion perform this alien act.

Now we just let friends and families figure it out themselves.

But with all these miracles and hope comes a dark side. After all, every good thing has a mistake to it. The dark side of this "symbol" is one of the worst shades of black possible. Its color is darker than the night and cooler than winter. There is no light in this darkness; there is just hurtful, nipping black. The poor, poor, soul who gets this curse is truly, truly a sad person.

The sad, sad soul is a mistake. He or she is a freak of nature. He or she is a royal screw up. But at the same time he or she is such a brave soul for soldiering on through life.

This is the mistake of the "symbol". Instead of receiving the proper lover, you get mixed up. A simple and rare accident on nature's side. A deadly mistake nevertheless.

Either you or your soulmate will get the "symbol", but whoever does not get the symbol falls in love with another who already has a proper soulmate choose. The one who does not receive the symbol will naturally hate the lover who did get his or her symbol of romance. This hate is the vile and unforgiving hate. This is a hate that erupts volcanoes and tears away Earth itself. This hate is stronger than the densest metal and larger than creation.

This cause's such immense unhappiness for the unlucky two. For the one who gets stamped with the love has to chase someone who doesn't even like him or her as a person. The un-stamped lover, boy do things not work out for them. He or she will feel the click but the other person. The wrongly symboled lover will feel anger, exhaustion, depression, angst, or desperation. If by any chance he or she will try to call out the person they 'love" on it but typically that ends in chaos.

Those who ruined or cursed are not killed or imprisoned. They are not the scum of society's shoes, but instead, the pitied and pathetic.

So in all, the symbol is the ultimate punishment for the human race. Because even a slight chance of the mistake happing means certain unhappiness and anarchy.

And we who have the mistake can never erase it.

I bore romance that does not return and in exchange gets hatred that never ceases to disappear.

I'm a mistake. A mistake covered in a lab coat and fastened with round-rimmed goggles.

Oh, but I'm not the only man at fault. He's also a mistake. A beautiful, wrathful mistake.

WWW

Soft snores rumble are heard from the wall as sun filters from the duo of window in my room. I open my eyes slowly and flutter my eyelids a couple of times to blink the sleep out of them. I shift around in my covers groggily. I glance over at my clock. The red numbers read 7:09. I snorted, annoyed. I could have at least slept a few more hours.

But now I am too alert to drift back asleep. I sit up and stretch my still sleeping limbs. I swing my feet over the edge of my soft jade green covers and start to prepare for a quiet Saturday.

I pick out a pair of navy blue sweat pants and a striped sweater. Comfortable clothing for a calm day. I rummage through the tiny closet I have to the side of my room. It takes strength to dive in and look for something since it's cluttered with trash and beer cans. My fingers grasp around a strap in the sea of clutter. I pull it out with a grin.

My little precious pair of goggles, I almost forgot! Most people find it odd that I wear my goggles outside of work. But it makes my hair tamer and covers the ugly scars on my forehead.

I fasten the goggles to my head and then exit my room. My footsteps are muffled by the carpet as I make my way down the short corridor.

I enter the kitchen and am greeted with a sink full of dishes. An annoyed sound gurgles in my throat. I told her do the dishes last night.

I make my way over, and dodge to the left in order not to clumsily trip over a wooden chair sprawled on the floor. Why is a chair on the floor? I'm not sure. I'll also have to talk to my flatmate about avoiding to knock over the furniture in our apartment.

I'm not exactly mature, but not childish either. But looking over the mess my friend has left, I feel like my Mum. I begin to fill the sunk with hot water. I add soap and that produces many little bubbles.

I go from Mum to child, as I can't help but splash the bubbles around. I playfully scrub away at dishes and mess around with bubbles.

But it doesn't last long as a sharp female voice rings out, "Lalnable Hector!"

I let a smile invade my face and whip around to see my annoyed female flatmate. She has long dark hair, which is messily pulled into a bun. Some strands of hair fall into her almond eyed and casts a shadow over her pale skin.

"All your playing in the water has woke me up!"

"I couldn't have been that loud Nano," I say teasingly. "Besides, you didn't do the dishes last night."

Nano folds her arms over her white tank top. "I thought you were suppose to put away the food last night. But it didn't happen. Anyways, I can make you "play" a lot louder." My friend wiggled her eyebrows.

"My god Nano, you're starting to sound like Sjin."

"Ew, really? I'll cut back on the flirting then." She replied with a stride toward the refrigerator.

"Damn Nano, you're still not over that one time with Sjin?" I remain speaking to her but start washing the dishes again.

Nano pokes her head out from the refrigerator with a deadly expression on her face.

"Shut it Bill Nye the Science Guy. Sjin is an assclown and so is his

soulmate. He's done more terrible things to me than anyone else has in my life."

"I mean.. Expect me." I looked down ashamed at my fading scars on my arms.

Nano almost dropped the milk container she was carrying. "Lalna," She turns toward me sharply. "It wasn't you're fault, it was an accident."

I can't turn back around and look at her one pretty brown eye because I know the one next to it is cursed.

Nano was a beautiful woman and still is. But a terrible accident happened when she just started working at the lab. She was new and didn't know any matter. She got an acidic substance spilled all over her. It burned the left side of her face, her arms up to her elbow, most of her neck, and much of her legs. But the worst thing of all is that her lover's eye was blinded in the process.

Instead of a blazing gold, it's a hazy purple. She can never see out of that eye again. Meaning, it will be next to impossible to find her soulmate. In the process of this, I also burned my arms and torso trying to get her out.

But "luckily" for me, it did nothing expect leave ugly scars on me. An ugly remainder of what a shitty person I am.

Nano fishes a box of porridge out of the cabinet next to me and gives me a concerned look as I finish up the dishes.

I then, sit down with my friend to a five star breakfast of milk and porridge.

We provoke an interesting conversation about politics and economy problems in London.

But out of nowhere my female friend piped up, "Lalna, do you think I'm ever going to find my soulmate?"

I want to cover my hands over my ears and jump out the large window in the front of apartment and then fall 6 stories down. I'd be screaming no all the way to hell.

But I instead, give her a reassuring smile, and reply with a yes. Yet another lie through my set of teeth.

Secretly I hope she doesn't ever find her soulmate. Because typically as soon as a person finds their special someone they immediately move out and into their lovers home. And most of the reason why Nano and I live together is because we're lonely and have no lovers expect each other. Some days I wish she were my soulmate; life would be a hell much simpler. Alas, she's not my type, considering my own eye color is a cold mix of blue and green and her lover's eye was a bright yellow.

But I am pretty content with my potential soulmates eye. My soulmates eye is an impossible bright blue. Sometimes, at just the right light, some say my lover's eye looks like it's a deep, purple, that seemly glows and lights up the dark.

I let my finger just barely brush my eye. I wonder if he or she can feel it.

"Oh yeah, Lalna, are you coming to Ridge's party tonight?" Nano asked as she finished up her food.

"Huh? Where do you know Ridgedog from?"

"Oh, our boss's soulmate, Lomadia, told me there was a party at his house. She also gave me directions too," She said looking up and biting her lip as if she was thinking where she put the directions. "I think it may be down on Eagle Street. Y'know; up north?"

"Yeah, yeah I know where it is," I wave my hand dismissively at her. "I find it funny, he lives on Eagle Street."

"What do you mean?"

"He's American and lives on Eagle Street."

"Ah, it sounds like the street should be named Freedom Lane instead." Nano said jokingly.

I laughed in return and pointed my spoon at her.

"Let's not start getting racist here, Nano."

"Fine, whatever white trash." She retorts mockingly

I give a little fake gasp, "Nano! I thought we were friends!" I hold the "s" out long to make myself seem like I am whining.

Nano stands up from her chair and leans over to give me a nookie.

"Don't you mean best friends?" She says as she takes my empty bowl and cup and places it over at the sink.

"Don't you mean family?" I say in return as I put the milk away in the fridge.

"No, Livid Coffee, we look nothing alike."

"Oi! I thought you promised never to call me that, Nano Sounds."

"God, you act like a bloody child!"

"Well if I am child, you'll be my Mummy!"

"Oh sweet Mary and Joseph that would be weird."

I snorted and went into the living room next to the kitchen. I looked around the room. It was small like every other room in the apartment but at least it was snug. It had Nano's plush red couch, which was spotted with yellow golden flowers and my mahogany table that I got from Sjin.

We didn't have a flat screen TV but we did have a sleek looking Xbox 360 complete with four controllers and a whole collection of various games.

"Hey Nano, fetch a soda for me!" I yelled at her from the other room.

"Why should I!?" She replied just as loud.

"Because don't you want to play some COD with me?"

I can hear her snort from the other room.

"I'll pass thanks. Also, I'll be getting ready cuz' I'm leaving at 9 with Lomadia and Honeydew to go see a movie." Nano added as she started walking back to her room.

Stale blond hair falls into my face as I shake my head. That woman is always out and about.

Before plopping down on the sofa I take a controller and turn on my Xbox. I insert a Portal 2 disk and go back to the couch.

Not long after, Nano waltzed through the parlor dressed in a snazzy yellow and purple dress. She had a royal violet jacket draped over her shoulders and matching leggings. Her messy hair was now smooth and neat as she put it up into a high ponytail and clipped it down with a fake but bright vermilion flower.

"All right Lalna, I'm heading out," Nano said joyfully. "Don't raid the booze supply while I'm gone and try not to burn down the building, please."

She glides over and gives me a small hug. She smells like fresh lotus flowers and cinnamon as she pulls away. Nano looks a bit taller, but is still pretty tiny in the heels she's wearing. I watch my friend slip out of the door. My attention quickly drifts back to the TV screen.

But Nano pops in again and shouts, "Also be ready when I get back so we can go to the party."

"Yeah, yeah, see you later." I shoo her away.

"Bye-bye" She says again as she escapes the room.

WWW

"Lalnaaaaaa get up, you fat ass!" I woke abruptly as someone playfully prodded at me.

"Oi! Call me fat again and I'll cut you bitch..." I grumble, half-asleep. I open an eye experimentally and look at my roommate who has come and bothered me.

"Are you drunk?" The comment flows out of my mouth.

Nano shakes her head, "No, I am a little tipsy."

"Anyways, Lalna we have a party to go to!"

I press my face into the plush cushion of the couch and give a half hearted scream.

"Come on big boy, it will be fun!" Nano twirled around the room and danced back over to me. She grabbed my hand and started to tug me onto my feet.

"Lets get you cleaned up! Ew, have you even taken a shower today? Jesus who knew playing video games could make you stink."

I wave her and her nagging away as I stumble into the hallways towards the bathroom we share. She trails behind as if she's checking that I don't tip over and tumble to the floor.

"Okay, that you for walking me to the bathroom, but I'd rather not bathe with you today Nano." I give her a dopey grin and in return she sticks her tongue out. I close the door as she says, "Maybe next time?" I snort as I peel my clothes off my warm skin. "That will be the day."

I stepped into the shower and turned the knobs to my desired temperature. I sighed as warm water pelted me. I run my fingers through my locks of hair and let the water run of my shoulders and onto the already slick floor. I pick up a bottle of shampoo to the side of me and pop the lid off. I squeeze some of the substance into my palm and massage my scalp with it. The scent from the shampoo makes me almost throw the bottle down.

"Fuck" I whispered as I looked at the bottle. It was Nano's shampoo. Just my luck.

I roll my eyes at my own stupidity and slam the bottle back down.

Times like this, when I'm alone, I'm just left with my thoughts and the sound of running water. I hate to dwell on the fact that I'm 27 years old but still don't have a special someone. Most people get their soulmate in university days. Some even get their soulmate in primary school days. It's rare to find someone in his or her late twenties or later without a lover.

I don't just want a soulmate for the increase in popularity or sex. I want one because its extremely lonely being surrounded by people who have someone and not having someone yourself. It's just a physiological problem that lonely people have. But I know, at least for me, there's still hope.

But even then I still question it. Some people never find their soulmate because he or she is either dead or too far to find. They spend their whole lives looking for someone they can't find.

I fear that I may end up as one of those sad people longing for a lover. I'm slowing morphing into one though. Or possibly, I've always been one.

I wonder if my soulmate will find me attractive or something... I've heard from my Mum that she may love my father but she does not find him cute at all. Maybe she was kidding, I'm not entirely sure.

I never have been called handsome or precious as a boy growing up. In fact I have never really been praised all that much. I used to be really bitter and cruel as a teenager. Some say I am still pretty cold. It'd be great if I would achieve someone who could make me feel better.

Male or female? Long hair or short hair? Tall or short? Loud or Quiet?

I sometimes sketch out who I think may be my soulmate. People say with those who have an artist talent may have the chance to draw or describe their lover without actually meeting him or her.

My "soulmate" is tall and has a broad frame. He has styled hair and fair skin. He has an odd sense of fashion and likes to act cool but still somehow remains classy. He is a total badass and will probably sweep me off my feet like the slick bastard he is.

He'll be a master in bed and have some weird fetish for anime pillows. He'll run his tanned fingers across my chest and write complex patterns across my skin. His fingers will trail up and around until he finds his way in-between my thighs-

I shake my head suddenly feeling oddly warm. I really need to cut back on this. I just feel worse afterwards.

I turn off the water and exit the shower stall. I pull off a towel from the rack next to the sink. I rub the cloth in my damp hair until it feels dry enough. I contemplate on blow-drying my hair but that would just take too long. So I do the best I can styling it. I try to slick my hair back, but the unruly locks just flap back down to my forehead.

My hand hastily grabs for the cologne on the left side of the sink. I spray some on and suddenly made the decision that I didn't want to have it on. But it was too late and I would just have to deal with it.

As I wrapped the towel around my neck and headed to the door I thought of tying the towel around my waist instead. But I shrugged it off since my roommate and I see enough other naked enough to not say much. I swear, she was like my sister in another life.

I twist the knob and leave the bathroom. I turn my head to hear people rustling around in the kitchen. I thought 'oh shit' as I quickly but softly scamper to my room.

I shut the door behind me and it makes a loud slam but at the moment I'm just glad that no one saw me strutting in my birthday suit. I let my body relax as I stride toward my wardrobe to look for something presentable.

After some time of tossing clothes around, trying to see which outfit would be nice I finally picked on something. It was simple and matched the occasion. I swung the towel off to the ground and slipped into dark blue skinny jeans and a light purple shirt. I open the doors of my closet with my foot and dig through the mess. I find a pair of black converses with green and pink lace.

I'm not sure how long I've had these but I put them on anyways. I look in the mirror to the right of me. I see a pair of confident eyes looking back at me. My fingers just barely trace my right eyelid and back around to my stubbly chin.

It's a weird thing my older sister used to do when I was down about my love life. She was a great sister. Lantua Jones. She was a brilliant, strong woman.

I push that thought back into the darker side of my head and brave on to the door whereas I should have let myself stay in and sob.

I go down to the living room where the sounds were abundant. I am then, greeted by a range of people. Several friends from work are scattered across the room. They are engrossed in small talk or the game some are playing on the Xbox.

Nano looks up from the game and smiles at me. "Hey there Lalnable, finally ready?"

The others perk up and wave or nod at me. The woman who was playing Nano looked up to me as well. She had an owl hat perched on her head and had brilliant blue eyes. She was wearing a simple blue dress and white leggings.

"Damn Lalna, it takes you quite awhile to get ready." She comments putting the controller down on the table in front of her.

"It was like twice the amount of time it takes Lomadia to get ready." A friendly voice called from across the room.

"Oh hush Xeph!" Lomadia snapped at the smoothly dressed man next to a short, plump ginger.

"Alright crew, are we going to head there or what?" Nano piped up and she stood up and gestured everyone to the door.

I nodded and followed everyone else out. The poor neighbors probably were highly disturbed by all of our hooting and hollering we did as we strolled down to the lobby. It felt I was in my teenage years again.

We arrived outside to a slowly darkening sunset. The cold was nipping at my exposed skin and the angry wind kept whipping my hair around. But the walk to the parking lot was short as everyone piled into Xephos's car.

I was stuck in the back between like three other people.

"Oh bloody lord, Xeph I told you to take the bigger car," Hannah complained as her seatbelt made a click when it was asserted into the slot. "We are so gonna get arrested!"

"We don't have a bigger car." Xephos replied, annoyed.

"We should get one then." Xephos shook his head and started up the car. We rode out of the parking lot and onto the busy streets of late night London. The traffic wasn't bad and we are making pretty good time. Everyone is chattering away. Nano and Hannah were discussing the film they recently saw earlier today and Honeydew, the small ginger gave his input everyone now and then.

The longhaired Scott, Nilesy, entertained himself with his small hand held console. I craned my neck over Nano to see what he was playing. Some weird Mario game. Typical.

The ride was long but not boring. The topics varied but stayed interesting. But it shortly ended right after they skimmed across the topic of love and such.

It wasn't big, just one another asking about each other's soulmates. How they were doing and such. Yadda, yadda, yadda. But it made me feel low. I wished I could put some say into it. Tell them how funny my lover is and who lucky I am to have him or her. Alas, I am single and needing to mingle. I glanced over at Nano, she looked as miserable as me

Somehow the others were able to sense both my and Nano's uncomfortable silence and dropped the subject. Soon enough, the vehicle came to an abrupt stop. My eyes calculated the details of the street. Just a simple road. But something felt odd. It was like a sound that I couldn't hear that was telling me to flee.

Everyone in the car files out onto the cold street. I scramble my way out, almost bumping into Nilesy on the way out. I pounce like a stealthy cat onto the pavement. I stand back up to my full height and drag myself across the street to join the party.

I stumble into the doorway of an immensely large and glamorous flat. I took a quick glance outside and realized that is actually a very nice and wealthy neighborhood. I gently close the door behind me. I take in the surroundings of the loud and noisy party happening all around.

The friends who I rode with quickly vanish in the thick crowd of wriggling bodies. Loud music and overlapping conversations made it impossible to actually hear anything worthwhile.

I maneuvered through the crowd and onto an unfixed point of destination. Several times I had to duck as I almost got hit by wildly flailing limbs. Jesus, work parties aren't typically this fucking wild. I look up to the large set of stairs, one go up to the left, and the other to the right. I turn to the right and practically bounce up the stairs. My leg's are so wobbly its like I'm walking on noodles. A thin layer of ice incases my stomach and my lungs suddenly feel very small.

Something in me does not like the idea of reaching the top. Alas, curiosity has always been my greatest weakness. The top of the stairs is just the room below but cut in half. Not only that but its complete with a bar.

It's a night off, why not treat myself and calm my nerves? I don't agree with the thinking in my head but I solider on. I pull up a seat at the bar. The sound alerts the bartender. He looks up in the midst of shining a glass cup.

"Good evening Lalna, what would you like?" He asks Scottish accent thick.

"Hey Ravs," I paused thinking of what I was going to ask for. "I'll have a White Russian, thanks."

Rav's nods, adjusts the kilt tied around his hips and prepares the drink for me. I tap my fingers patiently on the clear, smooth surface of the wooden counter. I twist and knot my hair and looks around; I'm trying to find someone or something. But I can't put my finger on what. I put my focus on the plush feeling of the red carpet against my converses and the slow drifting scent of liquor and coffee.

I lose myself in my own thoughts but I'm revived as the bartender slides the drink I ordered over to me.

I meet his eyes, "How much?"

"It's on the house." He smiled in return.

I took a sip of the beverage and practically hummed in delight.

"Ridgedog paying you good?"

"That twat better." He muttered in reply.

I took another swig of the alcohol and savored the strong taste of vodka and the heavy taste of cream. Typically, I don't get tipsy very quickly, but this was strong stuff and was quite the large glass.

My face was slowly, bit by bit growing warm and I was growing more and more fuzzy. I looked away from the polished glasses and fines wines to look at the various people coming up and down the stairs. Drink after drink Rav's passed to me and minute after minute I listened to idle chit chat of him and others.

Many passed without a passing glance as me. Few gave me some sort of quiet greeting but none stopped by. Until one flew up the stairs and skipped towards the bar. It was that odd man, Nilesy. He bounced onto the seat next to me. He didn't spare me a glance but he seemed to somewhat acknowledge me.

"Hey Rav's." Nilesy spoke loudly, but not terribly loud for a party.

Rav's scoffed at the sight of Nilesy and sighed at the sight of him.

"What do you want?" Rav's dropped the polite attitude and got straight to the point.

Nilesy fastened his loose libra zodiac shirt and replied, "Christ Rav's, you don't have to be so rude," Nilesy smirked devilishly.

"You wouldn't want me telling Ridgedog would you?"

"Oh hell no, you're not getting me fired again, you mad bastard." Rav snapped.

"Watch your tongue then." Nilesy inquired.

Rav's grumbled a bit and said again, but more quietly, "What is it you want."

"Lime Margarita if you would." Nilesy asked and pushed back his long, brown hair. He swept his eyes toward me; he didn't say anything but he gave a small wave. He pulled out his phone and begins to furiously texting someone.

In a couple of minutes, Rav's marched back with the drink. He roughly set the glass next to Nilesy, making a loud clink.

"Oh yeah.. Ravsioli, Rythian said he's here." Nilesy poped his head up at the statement.

"Oh really? I thought he wasn't coming," Rav's said puzzled. "Odd, he doesn't like parties or the company."

"Zoeya dragged him." Nilesy said taking a drink of his fancy cup.

The feeling of dread in my stomach had made me feel very queasy and the conversation the two were having did not make me feel better. I'm not terribly sure how many mugs I have had full with alcohol but I was quite obviously drunk. I knew how I could act when I was like this so I shook my head when Rav's asked me if I wanted another.

I slipped away from the bar and across the carpet to the cream colored railway. I leaned against the fine wood and cradled my head in my arms.

Nothing has changed besides the crowd has gotten larger and the dancing more wild. I really want to question the fact that this is a work party but my mind is too boggled to think properly. I feel so horrible I just want to hurl my insides out over the railway.

I steady my wobbling legs by allowing myself to collapse to the floor. My head still rests against the railway but my face peers out.

The sound of a door bursts open. I feel like everyone should stop whatever their doing and watch the doorway. A lovely red headed blonde bobs into view. From what I can see her style is bright and colorful. She has an insanely large grin and she just radiates happiness.

But she doesn't worsen or heal the hurt I'm feeling as she waltzes in. Instead, my heart stops as someone comes up behind her.

I can't process the emotions I'm feeling right now and my mind goes blank.

He's tall and has a broad frame. His dark hair makes it look like he had ridden a motorcycle here since it's so wind swept. The man's skin mixes with his dark sense of coolish-classic clothing. He looks like he could bite the head of a shark and then gracefully and precisely sow the head back to the corpse.

Even from here I see his eyes slowly move up to meet mine. Our eyes lock and I hear a soft click in my empty mind. But that noise that I hear sounds like something being ripped apart, thread-by-thread. Like rusty gears grinding against one another.

He doesn't sprout wings and tip toes on thin air to greet me. He doesn't even acknowledge me. His gaze shifts and lowers back to the party. My eyes and heart sinks to watch him expertly weave his way through the crowd and back over to his red headed friend. I look a little deeper into his eyes, but it's proven hard since I can't see as well. One a misty but sharp blue and the other...

My heart sinks lower than the titanic. His other eye is a leafy, emerald green. Not a metallic, cold, lapis blue like me. How could I have been so stupid?

I shakily push myself from the banister. My stomach lurches as I stand up. The rooms too small and I'm too warm. I stumble to get balance.

My head is pounding and I can't think. I can't feel myself breathing or my leg's tracing the carpet. My legs are just moving down the stairs but I didn't tell them too. I hastily shoulder my way through and hear shrieks of complaints.

I sprint toward the door and burst out of the house. I don't spare a glance back in. I just let my feet take me through chilly night. My footsteps sound like thunder and I feel like lighting zipping through the close-to-silent streets.

Fire sparks in my chest and my lungs start to cramp. My body drops to pavement and I heave my stomach's contents onto the ground.

I flip myself over onto my back. I'm the needle in the stack of hay. My eyes roll to look at the tiny diamonds in the sky. I'm on someone's yard in the outskirts of London, drunk out of my mind, and cold enough to freeze over hell. I'm a sad excuse of a person.

I close my eyes and allow myself to be lulled to sleep by the sounds of dogs barking and people shouting. I don't know why I ache or why I hurt but all I feel is clarity.

And it feels great.

WWW

A/N

Hello readers! I'm the author, Italy or Feli. Glad you read this far! I'm relatively new to this website but can't wait to make more stories and friends on this! :D This story is based of an AU idea on tumblr (its called heterochromia soulmate AU I think?) respectively. I just tweaked it a little and threw in rythna. And to confirm, yes Rythna is a terrible, shitty, over all trash ship. But it's my OTP. Can't sink what's never floated, bitches. I hope you all enjoy my little piece of work. And I may be late, but a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! Feel free to PM me if you liked the story ;w;

It's going to take VERY long for me to write stories but I will do it if I get enough feedback/the time to do it. So yes, I'm planning for this to be a story, a short one at the most.

Also to add a funfact about me before you leave, White Russian is my favorite kind of alcoholic beverage.

Hope you all enjoy!