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Roman always knew he was odd. After all, three soulmates were never a common occurrence. People used to be burned at the stake for having more than one soulmate and if that’s not ridiculous then what is. It’s not like he chose his soulmates. His parents were always homophobic and kind of ignored the fact that their neighbor’s son Patton was his soulmate, until they overheard them talking about the ‘others’ when they were twelve and eleven. Talking about ink stains all over their arms and sloppy reminder notes from one and neat handwriting talking to him with the other. As soon as they found out they whisked him away. Across the continent without so much as a thought of his or Patton’s feelings. They cut him off from his soulmates. Conditioning him to believe three soulmates was wrong, especially if there was another male. They checked his arms every night, scrubbing them until he never wrote to his soulmates. Not for a very long time at least.
Virgil kind of always knew Logan was his soulmate, at least one of them. Virgil’s mothers never minded his three soulmates. After all his mothers were soulmates and, in their time, it was wrong to have a soulmate of the same gender. He still knew others would not approve of his three soulmates, so he never wrote to them intentionally. He knew Logan was his soulmate because there was talk around the school that Logan had three soulmates, and one night he stayed up watching two of his soulmates talk (The third one never did) and one said his name was Logan and he lived in Florida. The other one, Patton lived in Florida as well, but they never spoke of directly where because they wanted to meet ‘naturally.’ His third soulmate was never mentioned and was obviously a sore subject for Patton. They obviously knew he was there. Every day he got a message of his arm that said ‘have a good day you three’ from Patton and Logan sometimes left him notes on how to get rid of a stain or mark if it stayed on his arm too long. But he never directly talked to them. He thought they’d be disappointed if they knew it was him.
Patton had a good first 13 years of life, until his little sister god a super Christian soulmate and his family converted Patton’s parents into thinking being homosexual was wrong. Patton still wrote to his soulmates every day, already loving all of them. Although he missed Roman terribly, he believed fate would eventually bring them back together. His parents’ homophobia was obvious to Patton, but he ignored it. Sure, they were a little mean, but they were family. But even Patton understood that sometimes love is more important than family. So when he turned 18 he put his stuff in his backpack, no all his stuff of course just the minimum and left the house going wherever his gut would take him.
Logan understood the practicality of soulmates. They were your perfect match and perfectly compatible. Of course, three other soulmates are rare. Not unheard of, just rare. Of course, Logan would love to explore it more but only one of his soulmates seemed to really want to meet him. The other two were either not willing to meet or just never talked. Although he was aware that one off his soulmates was Virgil Ann, after recognizing his handwriting while helping the teacher grade papers. Of course, he couldn’t just approach Virgil. It was common knowledge that he had some sort of anxiety disorder and Logan would not want him to have a panic attack. Logan was sure he had his own reasons for never replying.
But no amount of homophobia or distance or even anxiety could keep Patton Moore from running into Virgil Ann, on his 18th birthday, in a movie theater in the wrong side of town.