Look at Me Like I’m Your Forever
So I remembered about that soulmate AU with johndave and heterochromia and it was GREAT and I want to do it to! Also @imagining-a-supernatural-life and i were talking about soulmate au’s so …
Multiple parts yo!!
Word Count: 682
“What’s a soulmate?”
“Oh, [Y/N], it’s like a best friend…but more,” their mother sighed, “I can’t wait until you find yours.”
“You think Dad’ll like them?”
“Of course. No matter what.”
“How…how will I know it’s them? I’m scared.”
“Don’t be, darling. Your right eye is your own and your left is your soulmate’s. Your eyes will change to match when you only realize that it’s your own eye staring back at you.”
“Mom, that made no sense,” [Y/N] stuck their tongue out and ran off to play in the backyard.
“It will someday. Don’t you worry.”
[Y/N]’s childhood was sleepy; everyday dragged on and nothing really interesting happened. They weren’t all that popular, preferring to just sit among the crowd and wait until something, someone, crossed their path.
For the past few decades, [Y/N]’s eyes had stayed that same [e/c] and candy green.
If they had to be honest with themselves, they wished their own eyes were that vibrant shade.
Sometimes they’d find themselves aimlessly dreaming of the happy future everyone wished for; growing old with that special someone and just living.
[Y/N] sat in their forensics file class, desultorily doodling on the corner of the notepaper when the teacher called them up to make their way to the office.
“Oooooo,” [Y/N] drawled, “looks like this safe kid isn’t that safe after all!”
“Dude, shut up. You haven’t even found your soulmate because you’re too much of a pussy to go out in the world and find them,” someone in the back shouted.
“Wha-What! N-No I’m not!” [Y/N] huffed, jogging out of the classroom. “I’m not a safe kid. I’m just cautious.”
“Miss? You called me to the office? I’m [Y/N] [L/N]?”
“Oh yes. Come dear, some officer would like to speak to you.”
“Uhm, alright then…” Had they finally been caught for stealing those candies and alcohol from the store in high school? Or maybe that－
“Are you [Y/N] [L/N]?” [Y/N]’s trail of thoughts were broken as they muttered a quiet ‘yes.’
“I am agent Jerry Wanek and I’m here to see if you have any information on a murder that happened in ‘10? These files here say that you have been a witness,” he said, pulling out an ID card. [Y/N] didn’t have the heart to tell him it was upside down.
“Well maybe. I don’t recall any murder then…”
“Are you sure? Take some time to think about it and call me if you do. Here’s my business card.”
“Thank you Mr. Wanek,” [Y/N] stared down at the card, glancing at the tall male before them. Like, incredibly tall. He gave a brief smile before walking out.
Instead of returning to class, [Y/N] opted to stop by their favourite coffee shop to think about what just happened. The walk wasn’t very long, but it did offer some peace of mind.
This was [Y/N]’s hometown; born and raised her. Nothing exciting ever happened here, that they knew for sure. Yes, there were a few robbers and trivial scandals, but nothing big enough that the FBI would investigate something that happened in 2010. For Christ’s sake! That was seven years ago! They picked up their coffee and dialed a familiar number.
“Hey Mom. I’ve got a question for you?” [Y/N] asked, pulling out a pen and some paper.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Was there ever a murder in 2010? Some kind of big murder I guess. An FBI guy just was questioning me about it. He says I’m a witness but I don’t remember it at all…”
“Well. This is shocking. I was hoping we would never have this discussion.”
“What? Why? What happened?”
“[Y/N]. You weren’t just a witness,” she paused, “you were one of the victims.”
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