“Oh doctor! Olliver’s soulmate, the boy. I only saw him for a few moments before he ran away. He is around 17!”
Now the doctor too was stunned and rendered speechless.
There was complete silence in the office as the doctor took in what Abigail had told him. He opened his mouth several times before he could actually voice his concerns.
“Ms. Langdon, umm.. such a huge age gap has never been heard of. Is it possible that you could have been mistaken?” Abigail thought about the incident, “There were other kids around, but I am, I don’t know! I would be the happiest person in the world if it was a kid nearer to Olliver’s age.”
“Maybe we should ask Olliver. Is that okay with you?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice Ms. Langdon. But..”
Abigail cut Blake, “Not if I want my son to be healthy and happy, right?” The doctor nodded. He was happy the concerned mother in front of him was accepting the situation and trying to deal with it rationally.
The doctor greeted Olliver with a smile as the child sat beside his mother. “Hello Olliver. What did you have to drink?”
“Apple juice.”
“Oh good. Olliver, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?”
Blake was amazed at how this child looked into his eyes confidently. He was very intelligent and bold. He looked like he hardly had any fears. He was also surprised at what Olliver said next, “You want to know who the boy is. I don’t know who he is, but I am sure in such a small town we can easily find him.”
Blake took in a sharp breath, “Oh okay. Can you tell me about him?”
“He has nice eyes, grey-blue. They are soft and shining. He is tall and lean. Full head of red hair, but it’s thin. I don’t remember what he was wearing because I was only looking at his eyes and face. Do you remember Mom?”
Abigail shook her head and Blake swallowed. “Okay. Can you guess how old he could be?”
“I thought mum already told you that. He is around 17.”
Blake and Abigail exchanged a look. This confirmed their fear. But the doctor wanted to know if the child understood his feelings. “Olliver, how did you feel when you saw him?”
Olliver thought for a few seconds, “I have never felt like that before. My tummy did a few flips and I felt him behind me, so I turned to look. When I saw his eyes I don’t know what I felt. But I wanted to look at him and touch him and talk to him. I want to meet him even now and I don’t know if this is right but I want to spend time with him.”
There was no doubt Olliver had extremely high IQ. With the way he talked and he saw things that others missed it was clear he was very intelligent.
“Thank you Olliver. I want to have a word with your mum and then you will be free to go, okay?” Olliver nodded and waved to the doctor. Once the kid was out of the office, Blake turned to Abigail.
“Ms. Langdon, this has never happened before, but there have been many one-time situations like this. I had a case where two blood brothers, seven years apart, turned out to be soulmates. When they tried to keep them apart, the older brother became a glutton and got so fat that he could hardly walk a few steps. The younger was worse as he turned to drugs. Whatever the situation, Ms. Langdon, you have to understand that the two soulmates must stay connected. Maybe when you find the boy you can talk it out with his parents and find a common ground somewhere, huh?”
Abigail sighed, “Doctor, he is 17. He must already be sexually active, and my Olliver is just a baby. It worries me.”
“It might be a little concerning, but soulmates are incapable of hurting each other. I don’t think, he will do anything inappropriate to your son. But then the parents must be vigilant and talk it out. There is no other solution.”
Abigail nodded as Blake took her hands in his, “Ms. Langdon, Universe has a way to make all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place eventually. Your son is unique and extraordinarily intelligent. Maybe this boy is the only person compatible with him, huh? Don’t worry too much. Find the boy, meet him, understand him and find a solution together, okay?”
Abigail nodded and thanked the doctor for his advice. She left the doctor’s office feeling slightly calmer but she now knew there was no going back. She had to find and meet her son’s soulmate.
It had been two whole days and Schuyler had hardly left his room. He only came down for meals and hardly spoke to anyone. When Craig asked about his son’s sudden change in mood, Vienna told him to be patient. It was the third day and Vienna was having her tea in the front garden as was her routine, when Schuyler came out dressed in blue ripped jeans and black t-shirt. The jeans hugged his hips perfectly and his mother knew her son only wore them for night outs.“Schuyler. Come have some tea,” she called out. The teenager hesitated but took a seat near his mother.“Isn’t it a little too early to go out?”Schuyler looked up surprised. “What? I am not..”“You wear those jeans only when you go out, Sky. Please, I am your mother, I know everything.” Schuyler blushed, embarrassed. It was mystery to him how his mother always knew everything about him. He also knew he had to be honest with his mother or
This was it, Schuyler thought as he stared at the little boy in front me. He was once again struck by the kid’s captivating eyes. The clear blue eyes were sparkling with joy. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink from the running and his hair strewn in every direction. He was wearing a dark red t-shirt and jeans shorts with sneakers. His attire maybe nothing special but he was definitely unique, the teenager couldn’t help thinking. The little boy exuded charm like he had never seen before and Schuyler had not even heard his voice yet.Vienna saw the child come to a halt in front of her son and couldn’t help but be awed by him. He was definitely a beautiful toddler but what was so unique about him were definitely his eyes and how they shined crystal blue. And the grin. Vienna thought an angel must definitely gain a wing every time the kid smiled. She couldn’t help but wonder how special this child must be since the Universe chose him for her
That evening when Craig Raverton came home, he found Schuyler playing basket-ball in the front yard. It had been almost a week since he had even gotten a glimpse of his son. When he had raised his concerns, Vienna had assured him that everything would sort itself out. So, he knew there was a problem but he had no clue as to what. Craig Raverton had kept the environment in his house such that whatever the matter, his son and his wife could talk to him. He was not a traditional person and believed that Schuyler trusted him enough to approach him with anything. However, both of them had yet to talk to him about the recent problem and he could not take it anymore. He had decided that today he would talk to both of them, but watching Schuyler play ball, a happy glow on his face, he realized it might not all be bad. “Hello Son, it’s good to see you being yourself again,” he said as he approached Schuyler. Schuyler had not noticed his father as his mind was still filled with Ollive
Three days had passed since the meeting in the park and Vienna, along with other house-staff, was sputtering around the mansion as she took care of all the arrangements for the diner party. Ever since the meeting it seemed like entire house was filled with a joyous halo. Schuyler could be found smiling and humming all around the house. He had talked to Olliver a couple of times on phone and it seemed like nothing could bring his spirits down now.Vienna had called Abigail the day after the talk with Craig and had a long conversation with her. She had asked if Abigail was aware of the situation between the two boys and her thoughts on the matter. She had asked after Olliver's health and was relieved to know that the fever had subsided quite a bit. She asked about Olliver's father. Abigail was a little hesitant at first, but said that she was widowed and then she had adopted Olliver. Vienna had finally told the woman on the other end that it would be best if they all sat down a
"I am not sure how to explain everything to Olliver. I mean, since he met Schuyler, he knows there's a connection between the two, but he is still just a five-year old..."Craig sighed as Abigail explained her concerns but it was Schuyler who answered, "Why should he understand anything right away?" The teenager was just returning to the living room after settling Olliver in the adjoining room with book. Schuyler was pleased to see that Olliver was more interested in the rows and rows of books available in the room rather than the piles of video games. When Olliver had settled down with a book on rare flesh-eating plants around the world, Schuyler had returned and overheard Abigail talking."Schuyler.."Schuyler shook his head, "No mama, hear me out please." The three adults glanced at each other but nodded anyway."Olliver doesn't need to understand the depth of the connection right away. We are just going to be friends now. All that is important is that
About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University CampusIt was a beautiful sunny Monday morning so Schuyler decided to sit by the lake and continue to work on his traditional Madarin. He had arrived last night from London, having spent the weekend at Olliver's place. He was amazed at how fast the toddler was growing, both in his intellectual abilities as well as physical attributes. This weekend was special as they had planned to have a picnic at Hyde Park, which Olliver had wanted to visit for a while. It seemed that one of friends at school was boasting pictures of his visit and that had gotten the little genius excited. Over the months, Abigail had become comfortable having Schuyler around and she was pleased at how the teenager was guiding her son in learning new things. She had made all of the favorites for both boys and they had hopped on the tube to the park on Saturday. Schuyler and Olliver enjoyed themselves a lot, especially after the toddler caught a
Five and Half Years Later: LondonSchuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t
Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene"Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.The researcher looked at the small note that the man in suit was offering him and without even taking a second's glance he told the man, "He can wait, I am working." The man reluctantly stepped back, knowing he had been dismissed. Olliver went back to his experiment, adjusting his protective glasses and started jotting down his observations in his little blue diary. This diary, a gift from Schuyler, was customized to write down all the details of a chemical experiment. The older man had assured th
Three Years LaterOlliver was growing up into a tall and handsome man and it was becoming more and more difficult for Schuyler to ignore how his body was reacting towards his soulmate. Olliver was tall with the same baby blue sparkling eyes and had now developed cheek bones to die for. His thick, brunet curls kept bouncing, giving him bed hair most of the time. He never cared about taming his hair, if he does it purposely to torture Schuyler, it was not sure. Lately though it was getting more and more difficult. Olliver was acting unlike himself, but still like himself. Schuyler couldn't understand at all why he was uncomfortable. Was it all him or was Olliver doing it on purpose? It had gotten worse when Olliver had requested his mother to let him stay at Schuyler's place for at least the first week of his holidays. So the two boys were alone in Schuyler's big house and the government official had never felt so out of breath before. Olliver had taken to roam
Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t
Five and Half Years Later: LondonSchuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University CampusIt was a beautiful sunny Monday morning so Schuyler decided to sit by the lake and continue to work on his traditional Madarin. He had arrived last night from London, having spent the weekend at Olliver's place. He was amazed at how fast the toddler was growing, both in his intellectual abilities as well as physical attributes. This weekend was special as they had planned to have a picnic at Hyde Park, which Olliver had wanted to visit for a while. It seemed that one of friends at school was boasting pictures of his visit and that had gotten the little genius excited. Over the months, Abigail had become comfortable having Schuyler around and she was pleased at how the teenager was guiding her son in learning new things. She had made all of the favorites for both boys and they had hopped on the tube to the park on Saturday. Schuyler and Olliver enjoyed themselves a lot, especially after the toddler caught a
"I am not sure how to explain everything to Olliver. I mean, since he met Schuyler, he knows there's a connection between the two, but he is still just a five-year old..."Craig sighed as Abigail explained her concerns but it was Schuyler who answered, "Why should he understand anything right away?" The teenager was just returning to the living room after settling Olliver in the adjoining room with book. Schuyler was pleased to see that Olliver was more interested in the rows and rows of books available in the room rather than the piles of video games. When Olliver had settled down with a book on rare flesh-eating plants around the world, Schuyler had returned and overheard Abigail talking."Schuyler.."Schuyler shook his head, "No mama, hear me out please." The three adults glanced at each other but nodded anyway."Olliver doesn't need to understand the depth of the connection right away. We are just going to be friends now. All that is important is that
Three days had passed since the meeting in the park and Vienna, along with other house-staff, was sputtering around the mansion as she took care of all the arrangements for the diner party. Ever since the meeting it seemed like entire house was filled with a joyous halo. Schuyler could be found smiling and humming all around the house. He had talked to Olliver a couple of times on phone and it seemed like nothing could bring his spirits down now.Vienna had called Abigail the day after the talk with Craig and had a long conversation with her. She had asked if Abigail was aware of the situation between the two boys and her thoughts on the matter. She had asked after Olliver's health and was relieved to know that the fever had subsided quite a bit. She asked about Olliver's father. Abigail was a little hesitant at first, but said that she was widowed and then she had adopted Olliver. Vienna had finally told the woman on the other end that it would be best if they all sat down a
That evening when Craig Raverton came home, he found Schuyler playing basket-ball in the front yard. It had been almost a week since he had even gotten a glimpse of his son. When he had raised his concerns, Vienna had assured him that everything would sort itself out. So, he knew there was a problem but he had no clue as to what. Craig Raverton had kept the environment in his house such that whatever the matter, his son and his wife could talk to him. He was not a traditional person and believed that Schuyler trusted him enough to approach him with anything. However, both of them had yet to talk to him about the recent problem and he could not take it anymore. He had decided that today he would talk to both of them, but watching Schuyler play ball, a happy glow on his face, he realized it might not all be bad. “Hello Son, it’s good to see you being yourself again,” he said as he approached Schuyler. Schuyler had not noticed his father as his mind was still filled with Ollive
This was it, Schuyler thought as he stared at the little boy in front me. He was once again struck by the kid’s captivating eyes. The clear blue eyes were sparkling with joy. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink from the running and his hair strewn in every direction. He was wearing a dark red t-shirt and jeans shorts with sneakers. His attire maybe nothing special but he was definitely unique, the teenager couldn’t help thinking. The little boy exuded charm like he had never seen before and Schuyler had not even heard his voice yet.Vienna saw the child come to a halt in front of her son and couldn’t help but be awed by him. He was definitely a beautiful toddler but what was so unique about him were definitely his eyes and how they shined crystal blue. And the grin. Vienna thought an angel must definitely gain a wing every time the kid smiled. She couldn’t help but wonder how special this child must be since the Universe chose him for her