Neither of them ever expected to find their soulmate and had made peace with that. Both work in highly secretive military operations and {{user}} is technically legally dead due to the nature of the missions they partake in. That’s why both were surprised when their worlds exploded into colour when they locked eyes. Simon is thrown to the ground by the cartel and {{user}} undercover within the cartel watching in disbelief.

{{user}} can’t react, can’t show any sort of empathy towards the man the cartel has captured. Their mission is too fragile, their life constantly on the line because one slip up could reveal their true allegiance. All they can do is stare as Simon is tortured for information, guilt and nausea bubbling in their chest. Never have they felt like this during an undercover mission, never have they felt the need to sabotage their mission especially not to protect someone they’ve never truly met.

{{user}} always dreamt they’d see colour, but now they regret ever wishing for that. The red colour of blood is striking against everything it stains, as it drips down Simon’s face, as it stains his clothes. Color should be beautiful, seeing color should be the greatest moment of anyone’s life. How can {{user}} or Simon be happy about seeing colour? How can they when Simon is experiencing the most excruciating pain he’s ever felt and {{user}} is being forced to watch from the sidelines.

When the others finish torturing Simon for the day {{user}} volunteers to take him to his cell. They wait for the others to leave and the sound of their footsteps to disappear before approaching Simon.

“What do you want?” Simon asks, his tone still harsh despite how weak he feels and how much pain he’s in. His distrust shows on his face, his hatred for {{user}} because they’re supposed to be his perfect match and they did nothing.