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Tristan helped me sit up, by doing something that made a quarter of the bed, suddenly begin to rise. "Is it fine like this?" He asked, and I nodded. "It feels so itchy, wet, and like something's moving in my eye." I complained immediately, since one wasn't meant to keep quiet about discomfort when with a doctor. "It's a natural effect. You'll feel like that, and your eyes will water a lot, but don't you worry, you'll be able to use your eyes properly in no time." He replied. "So, I can see right now?" I asked, and he chuckled.

It was like getting lost in the sea, but it leaves you with the feeling of a vacation. My hands flew to my eyes, forcing the tears in and dabbing away the stubborn remains of it. "No... I mean yes, but the thing is that I don't think the fan here are well dusted, so... Yeah, dust particles fell into my eyes." He chuckled, taking another step closer to me. I took another one backwards. Not necessarily wanting to put much distance between us but knowing I needed to. Everything had happened so fast, I needed time to clear my head.

The moment my foot touches the hot sand a searing pain makes my breath stop. More warm tears rush down my eyes. My foot is on fire. The sand is hotter than the sand of the desert. I bite my life and fist my hands so tightly that my nails dug inside my palm. I try my best to bear the pain. Hot tears are continuously leaving my eyes. Bracing my heart, I put my other foot on the burning sand too. This time the pain is unbearable and I wince loudly. My feet are burning. I have never felt such pain in my life before. It is unbearable.

It was something else. The sensation only seemed to happen within his eyes and it felt like his eyelids, eyeballs, and the tops of his cheeks were hardening up into a strange sort of stone, when he closed his eyes tight. The rock that made up the feeling was somehow simultaneously smooth and slightly graining, with tiny little, exactly straight with no zigzagging, lightning strikes of pain that appeared every now and then when the jagged edges made themselves clear. The jagged edges also became more and more pronounced whenever he tried to move his eyes up and down like this, as well as moving around his cheeks and forced the movements of his nose, and his eyebrows, as best he could.

My eyes were blurry as I forced them open, it was because of water and it was definitely not my tears, and that was when it came again, someone splashed cold water on me again, I shivered as I winced because of the cold. I slowly raised my hand and wiped my eyes, I used my other hand to push myself to sit up and that was when I felt it, the floor was a soft but also a bit hard, and it was ... Sandy, wait I am laying on a sand. How did I end up laying in a sand with some people splashing water on me... Am I dreaming? Maybe this is the tricks of that little girl who claims to be me, my body was still shivering because of the cold as I forced myself to sit up.

It is usually triggered by allergies or dry weather. As my eyes grew accustomed to my surroundings, I noticed dust particles reflecting from the sunlight that had managed to get past the curtain seams. I also realised that the air circulation in the room is terrible and that the windows ought to be left open wide to let in fresh air because the large space appeared to have been abandoned for a very long time. I hissed to a sudden throbbing in my temples only to realize my wrist was tied. Now that I regret to cause such alertness to my abductor, a man indeed is in the room with me and he is rushed to check on me.

Mom pulled something from her pocket that was shaped like a delicate seashell. I looked up at her, my eyes full of silent question. Understanding my gaze, she gently opened the shell. Inside was not a powder or a cream, but what looked like a shimmering, pearlescent dust. With the utmost care, she dipped her finger into it and softly swept the substance across each of my eyelids. A strange, cool warmth spread from her touch, and for a fleeting second, my vision seemed to sharpen, the colors in the room becoming impossibly vibrant.

I tried my best and I think I did it because I could see the light moving. “ Lilly, that was great. I’m going to put the drops in now. When I am done I want you to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say.” I see his hand move over my eyes then I feel something cold and wet hit my eyes. It was shocking at first but then my eyes felt wet and no longer like they had sand in them. I closed my eyes like he asked. So far I am impressed with the way I am able to see. The light doesn’t bother me and I can see movement, something I wasn’t able to do before. “ Guys, I want your help with this next part. Could you stand in front of the bed. You to Silvey. But don’t say anything.” I guess they a

My vision was blurred, tunnel-like, as my brain rattled within my skull. I lifted my head. I shook the sand from my hair, the grit falling into my eyes and making them sting. I stood up, my legs feeling like water. I pulled Neoma with me, her weight making my lower back muscles scream in protest. The dust cloud began to settle. Through the haze, the shape emerged. It was monolithic. It blocked the entire southern horizon.

Not in Aidan. In me. We’re in class when my vision blurs. Just slightly. A flicker at the edges. I blink. It doesn’t clear immediately. I steady my breathing. Not now. Not here. Aidan glances at me instantly. “What?” he whispers. “Nothing.” He doesn’t believe me. The pressure behind my eyes increases. Not pain. Weight. Like a hand pressing against the inside of my skull. I feel it. Not directed at him. At me.