Mistaken. Mistaken. Mistaken.
The words rang over and over again in Tino's mind as he glanced around his barren house. Mistaken. He was one of the Mistaken. He couldn't believe it. It was a one in a million chance that his world would colour itself in with the help of the wrong person. It was a one in a million chance that his Soulmate was assigned wrongly.
What?
He couldn't wrap his head around it.
He knew that his faded, purple eyes had met the coloured-in orbs of the scary man with the Swedish accent. He knew that his world suddenly filled itself up with a mystery colour, bright and beautiful and new and real. He knew that his eyes lost their faded quality, he could feel it.
He had been too scared to approach that scary man.
But he did see another man, with an overly loud voice and a Danish accent, kiss his supposed Soulmate right on the lips.
Tino stared at the paper he held in his hands. What was the colour? It started with b... Ah, blue. Blue. Mystical, magical. New. Strange.
Heh.
He felt himself missing the muted grey of the sky. The coloured markers on the table only reminded him of the disbelief and the pain and all these confusing, frustrating emotions.
He had been waiting for this his entire life! Why, oh why had it been HIM?! Of all people! Him! HIM! HIM!
He got onto his sleek, black computer and started furiously searching for answers. Him. Him. Mistaken. Mistake. Soulmate. Everything went into his search box. He found a few interesting sites. Good. Explanation for Mistaken people. Mistaken Rights Movement. Genetics. Unequality. Insurance Not Supporting Mistaken. Mistaken Marriage Not Legal.
No, this was just making it worse worse worse worse worse-
Tino held back the tears desperately trying to make their way out of his eyes. Mistaken. Mistaken. First he had to deal with rejection by his Soulmate, and then this?! He was found as lesser than the general society, looked down upon, shamed?
What would everyone think?
Tino crumpled onto the floor, sobbing violently. MISTAKEN! MISTAKEN! HE WAS ONE OF THEM, THE LESSER PEOPLE, THE USELESS ONES WHO NEVER GOT ANYWHERE, THE ONES WHOM EVERYONE SAID WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE BORN, WERE UNNATURAL! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!
Tino let his tears slowly drip, drip, drip. Down from his face, onto the floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
Mistaken.
