Eye Glasses Glue Novels & Stories

"Huh? I apologize, Ms. Natalie! I just thought the weather was nice today and wanted to open the window for fresh air. I'll close the curtains now." Natalie remained silent because, more than the sunlight, she couldn't bear the pain in her body. Gradually, she adapted to the light, and the discomfort lessened. After half an hour, the nurse finished changing all the bandages. Natalie removed the saliva-soaked tourniquet. As the nurse packed up, she said, "Dr. Summers has specially ordered a pair of custom anti-glare glasses for you. They should arrive this afternoon." "Anti-glare glasses?" Natalie was surprised.

Eric did not rely on his face to earn money, so his focus was on his eyes. Therefore, the specialist team ordered special glasses for him. That way, he could be free from gauze, but it would not affect his eye recovery. As soon as Selena heard that there was no need to remove his eyeballs, she just wanted to jump for joy and thank God. This showed that Eric’s eyes could be saved. Mitchell also heaved a sigh of relief. “Then please take good care of Mr. Ferguson for the time being!” “I will!” Selena smiled. The gloom of the past few days was swept away.

I kept my eyes on the page. "I have to be at work by five and it's already," He reached across the table and took the sunglasses off my face. One smooth motion, then they were in his hand and he was looking at what the café's warm light and careful hair hadn't fully managed to hide. The left cheekbone. The slight swelling at my jaw. The way my eye sat in its socket with a tightness that wasn't normal. He set the glasses on the table between us. I looked at the chemistry folder.

"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

Kids don’t always understand why their parents have so little patience. I take my glasses off my eyes and clean the lenses with a special wipe. It is not that I cannot see without them, I just cannot see very far without them. I place them back on my eyes and as the view comes into focus, I can see one of the men at the table staring intently at me.

Grey couldn't stop his racing heartbeat. Then, as Keyara felt her hair was perfectly tied, she turned around while holding the two ice creams. She was about to give one to Grey but was surprised. Because Grey reached out his hand toward Keyara's glasses. He took off the transparent-framed glasses and folded them in his hand. Keyara felt her entire vision blur. Her eyes were indeed -4 diopters, and that was enough to turn her surroundings into blurry lines and boxes, with fog obscuring the clarity of every object, including Grey's face.

Then they went for a light brown shade and applied it below her eyes to enhance her ayego sal to make her eye look even more bigger and blended everything with perfection. They brought her hazel colored lenses instead of her spectacles. Putting on the lens was the most difficult part. Eun Ji was holding her head keeping her in place, Min Ji was holding her hands and sometimes eyelids too. Lily was holding her eyelids and putting the lens on her iris. As said earlier, the most difficult task.

Somethings just permanent tattoo your heart till you get a laser to get it out. “All perfect. Your lenses are meditated and be sure to take your drugs, day and night.” Dr Richards managed to cover his mouth before coughing. “Sorry.” I smiled, raising myself up from the high reclined chair. My eyes still remained glossy due to lighting and the test. I suffered from myopia. The last thing I wanted was some medicated blue contacts to fix the problem. “Thanks. Remember, less screen time, sleeping early and taking prescriptions at right time.” he smiled pleasantly with his beady eyes hiding behind those thick lens.

But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.

“Why are you so persistent? Do I look bad with my glasses on?” “Bad? Oh, Len, I don't think anybody could look as beautiful as you with any style you have,” I say as I sit up and put a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. “But I see how you struggle with glasses and eye contacts. You can't deny that.” I have seen how eye contacts make her eyes watery and the way she struggles with putting on any 3D glasses if she has her glasses on. She can make her life easier, but her fear is preventing her.