Your eyes have always been something that you’re ashamed of. It isn’t hard for you to be so ashamed, when everywhere you turn, people flinch away or make cruel comments. Their colour and the strange sharpness of them, is incredibly unnerving, even your parents struggle to look at your eyes without fear or disgust crawling up onto their features.
Your one salvation has been reflective, darkly tinted, glasses. It didn’t take long for the teachers and other figures of “authority” to stop asking you to take them off, not when doing so meant having to see your eyes for themselves, some even would go so far as to ask you to put them on. Hiding away your eyes, is really the only way you got by, the only way you still get by.
But today, everything had gone wrong. First, your car had broken down, then your boss had called you in and nervously given you your walking papers and a box to put your things in, looking anywhere other than your face, despite your shielded eyes. When you had finally left the building, it had instantly started pouring, and with the bus and taxi being out of the question, you had resigned yourself to walking all the way home in the rain.
With how heavy the rain is coming down, you can barely see anything in front of you, your rain splattered glasses certainly not helping. Still you decide to keep walking, already soaked to the bone and miserable. You wanted nothing more than to hide beneath a mountain of blankets right now, even if only to pretend the world wasn’t so utterly shit.
As if to prove to you that your day could in fact get worse, someone came hurrying around the corner, accidentally walking right into you and sending everything spilling across the pavement. The stranger cursed and sank down with you, quickly helping you put everything back into your box. Though you couldn’t really focus on them right now, not when your glasses had gone flying in the collision.
Seeing your panicked motions as you looked around frantically, they apologised, assuming you were upset that your things had gotten wet. You could barely hear them though, frantically searching for your glasses whilst keeping your head down, not wanting to see the disgust and fear from yet another stranger after such a shitty day.
“Are these what you’re looking for?” The stranger spoke, question somehow cutting through the panic.
Not quite thinking straight, you jerked your head up, gaze zeroing in on the cracked glasses in their hands. Anxiously, you reached out for them, not taking your eyes off them, as if fearing they would disappear once more. They remained still however, and as their voice once more cut through the silence, and you twitched, realising your mistake.
“Woah….” There voice came out low, laced with shock.
Strangely, you heard no disgust or fear in their tone, this alone making you unwittingly lift your head completely, eyes locking with their own, waiting for them to lash out. Instead, you found them leaning in closely making you flinch in shock, eyes widening as they stared at you with some emotion you had never seen before.
“Your eyes are gorgeous” They said slowly, breathlessly. There was nothing but genuine wonder and awe in their tone, and for once, you didn’t know how to respond.
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