“No way,” Ellie says as her world explodes with color. “There’s no way you’re my soulmate.”

You’d just grabbed her hand and suddenly she knows what green looks like. The only way to see color is by making contact with your soulmate.

You touched her hand. You. The rivalry has started off as petty childhood arguments, and then the two of you had grown up and decided you didn’t like each other.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Ellie says, more to herself than you.