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"Or I'll come back over there. And you won't like what happens then." The threat was crystal clear in his eyes. I grabbed the brush with shaking hands, nearly dropped it because my fingers wouldn't work properly. I poured bleach directly onto the stone where the dark stain spread. The fumes hit immediately, sharp and chemical and burning. They seared my eyes, my nose, my already raw throat. Made my lungs seize up until I couldn't breathe at all. I started scrubbing anyway because I had no choice. "Harder," Carmina snapped, her voice sharp as a whip.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Just how I liked it. By the time I finished, my scalp burned slightly, a prickling reminder of the lengths I was willing to go. I washed my hands, the cold water soothing against my skin. As I rinsed off the bleach, droplets splattered against the porcelain sink, swirling down the drain. Then a honk startled me. Short. Loud. Annoying.

I ask in my smallest voice. “oh, thank you for reminding me,” Misty said quickly, pulling something from her bag. “Put your head back and try not to blink.” I did as ordered, completely unable fight their auras. They turned out to be eyedrops and I did my best to hold my eyes open as she used them.

Finally, she grabbed his hands, squeezed some hand soap into her palm, and meticulously massaged each of his fingers. After rinsing off the foam, she applied soap a second time to wash off the garlic scent from his hands. Penny grabbed a face towel nearby and dried his fingers. Then, she held his chin with one hand, tilting his head up slightly. "How is it? Do your eyes still hurt?" The two were so close they could feel each other's breath. Caleb's eyes were still red. It was slightly painful but not unbearable. "I feel like I'm going blind." Hearing him say this, Penny rinsed his eyes with clean water several more times.

I do as he says, tilting my head. The cold water is a shock to my burning eyes, but it also feels nice once you get past the cold pinpricks. “Now bend over and let it drain,” he instructs. Again, I follow his instructions, bending and blinking. We do this three times before my vision mostly clears, and I can see again. “Thank you, Reid,” I mutter, blinking my still itchy eyes. I want to rub at them, but that would put me back in the same position with ash in my eyes, and if I’m going to find the necklace, I can’t do that.

"Besides, you're a Pharmacist. What are you scared of?" I heard Cole chuckle lightly as he murmured to himself and went into the bathroom to dispose of the water he had used to bath me. "Exactly the same thing I told her." I glared at his retreating back, but had to stop when the action put pressure on the area behind my eyes and I winced audibly. The medicated contacts still in my eyes began to itch softly and for the first time in five years, I was beginning to regret ever lying about my eye colour. From what the optician told me, I needed to get them removed as soon as possible to prevent an eye infection but I could not do so if everyone was in the room staring at me with wide eyes and p

I originally have Asian almond eyes with hazel brown colors, so how did my right eye hued into crystal blue. How did this happen? With great dismay, I angrily toss the compact mirror away from my sight, enough to crash on the concrete wall beside me. I buried my face into my hands and began crying. A hand gently strokes my spine, patting me. "Thalia, I'm sure the doctor has something to say about this." I heard Emalia convincing me that everything will be explained well by the doctor.

“Let’s wash his dirty scent off you first!” I gasped loudly and stare at his eyes in shock, I point to his eyes. “Y..Your..Your…eyes..why …?” I stutter not knowing what to say. I don’t know if I am seeing things but his eyes areyellow, like pure yellow! He quickly blinks his eyes few times and they’re back to normal to their normal ocean blue. “Something is wrong with your eyes! They …they changed colours!” He shakes his head. “My eyes are fine!”

Having the consequences of that action surface weeks later was too much for me. I walked to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror above the sink, washing my face over and over. The many washes did not make my eyes any less red, but it made the tears stop and made my vision clear enough for me to see a bottle of bleach on the wood stand above the toilet seat.