This is from Joss Stirling's Benedict series, please read series before reading.
P.S. please comment your opinion on the story, hopefully at the end when you've read the entire story.
Chapter one
Denver, Colorado 19 years ago
Today is my birthday, it also the day mama and papa come pick me up and take me away from my real family. It's not that I didn't love mama and papa, I just didn't share the same love that I have with my real family. I lay in the backyard with my prince, waiting for my parents to arrive, and I begin to think back on the past two weeks. My parents brought me here to "keep me safe with old friends, while they conduct the rest of their business". Before then I knew something was worrying mama and papa, but I didn't press them for answers because I knew would tell me nothing. A squeeze to my hand ceases my thinking, and I turn my head to face him.
I found him lying in this exact spot shortly after I arrived, I was walking around when I tripped and landed on top of him, he sat up, pushed me off him, glared at me, and then walked away. I got my revenge afterward through an assault of a never-ending conversation, which got him to open up to me in the end. His expression shows that he's feeling the same way I do right now, and I try to reassure him by smiling and squeezing his hand back, his face doesn't change. We've been through so many emotions together, my prince and I, and have built a special, indescribable bond that is different than anything either of us have ever felt. I lean my head forward to touch his shoulder and sigh, I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders. Even though I will miss my family, I will miss him the most. I feel my eyes begin to prickle, and silent tears begin to fall.
Shh, everything is going to be fine.
He moves his hand to my face and makes me look at him. He smiles reassuringly, while he brushes away my tears with his thumb. I hear mama calling for me and we both sit up, still holding hands, not wanting this moment to end. His hand is still on my face, I look away knowing I will burst into tears if I look at him. "Happy birthday Indigo." he whispers as he leans forward to kiss the top of my head. I remain frozen by his kiss until he leans back, and I find myself looking at him the same way he is looking at me. I slip out of his hand, get up, and walk towards mama voice. I look back to see him watching me, his eyes never leaving, I whisper one last promise to him with my mind.
I'll never forget you.
Vancouver, British Colombia 5 days ago
"Hey Harm, how's South Africa? Are you having any luck with your search?"
"Really? I've only just woken up the day after my flight, I can barely see the sun outside my window, and you want to know if I've made any progress?"
I smile at the sarcasm my best friend delivers over the phone.
"Fine then, how was your nap?" I ask sarcastically.
"It was great, I slept for a total of three hours, until my nutcase friend decided to phone me to question me on the search for the man who might, let me repeat might, be my father. Why are phoning me anyway? Shouldn't you be in some meeting with some people?"
I scoff in response because I actually just finished meeting with the stockholders. I begin to contemplate whether or not I should tell her about my newest development.
"Indigo? What's wrong, is something up?" I take a deep breath before I answer.
"Okay, you know how I've been having the same dream for the last couple days, well last night something happened."
"What! And you've waited this long to tell me? Spill! What happened?"
I smile at Harmony's onslaught of questions. We've known each other for almost twenty years, and we're more like sisters than best friends. My smile stops as I remember last night's dream.
"Well it started out like it usually does, hands moving all over my body. Then I feel these lips on my neck, and then they leave and I hear this voice whisper my name." I pause for a moment.
"And then?" Harmony asks, clearly excited about this development.
"The alarm woke me up." I reply.
"What! That can't be it, what are you hiding!" she demands. I blush knowing that she is right in that I'm leaving out stuff. I consider putting her off.
"Don't you dare put me off Indigo, I can hear you blush." Well there goes that plan.
"How can you hear me blush, you're halfway around the world."
"I'm psychic." We both burst out laughing at her declaration. When we first met, Harmony had no idea what a savant was, or that she was one, and I only knew the gist of it from my parents before they died.
'So are you going to tell me the rest, or do I have to use my other psychic abilities?" She asks. I scoff at her comment, then sigh.
"The voice felt familiar." I admit.
"Familiar how, like it was from someone you knew?"
"Sort of, except there was something off about it."
"I've got it!" She exclaims. "It was Mr. Prince." I chuckle at her accusation.
"Laugh all you want, but I'm probably right. Your subconscious must be finally telling you to go look for him, which you should. I mean, for all you know , he could be your 'you know what'."
"Listen, I've got to go. I'll call you tomorrow, 'kay?"
"You better." She tells me before I hang up. I get up and walk over to the coat stand to grab my things. I don't move after I put on my jacket and purse.
"He might be your 'you know what'." Ohh, as much as I want to think that, I don't dare try. Harmony was referring to 'soulfinders', which I didn't believe existed. I mean the notion just seems silly. 'I have one half of our powers, you have the other, and together we make a whole', please. My parents were supposedly soulfinders, and they were too busy to spend time with each other. If such a bond existed, it should be boundless. people would be with each other no matter the consequences, or circumstances. I shake my head out of my thoughts and exit my office to go home. Saying goodbye to everyone I passed, as I headed towards the company lot. With the car in my sight I unlock it with the remote, and get in my car. A sudden chill goes through me, I look into my rear-view mirror to see what I already know. The man in the back seat clamped a hand over my mouth, while jabbing a syringe in my neck. My struggles were beginning to slack as darkness surrounded me, clouding my mind. It wasn't long before I descended into oblivion.