Novel & Cerita Future Without His Glasses

I narrow my eyes as I start thinking over my time with him. Nothing's changed. Everything's stayed the same. No. That's not true. "You bastard," I grumble as I pull the glasses off my face and raise them above my head, fully prepared to throw them to the ground and stomp on them until they're nothing but a broken heap of plastic and glass. Ryder catches my wrist before I can throw the glasses to the ground. He takes the glasses from my hand and puts them back over my eyes. "I'd rather not have to deal with a blind you for the unforeseeable future."

"Your glasses are broken. Both lenses are cracked." He looked at the frames in his hand, then looked up at her. Without the glasses, the corners of her eyes were pink, and tears were welling up. Harley was speechless for once. "Great. I guess I'm done for the day." Cassandra looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. "I can't read files without my glasses." "Don't you have a backup pair?" Harley knew his last comment had indirectly caused the accident. He felt responsible. "No."

The glasses stop me in the doorway. He is a different person in reading glasses. Less architecture, more human. The kind of man who gets headaches and squints at small print and is not always devastating on purpose. The careful construction of Richie Moore, billionaire, does not include reading glasses at two in the morning with a cold cup of coffee and an untucked shirt. He looks up. Sees me see them. He does not remove them. I come into the kitchen. Fill a glass of water at the sink. Lean against the opposite counter and drink it and we exist in the same room in the middle of the night without speaking for a long, strange moment.

Immediately, I started to stutter, "Uh, I'll just go get the food now…" "Why are you not wearing your glasses?" Was the first thing he asked. I touched my face, and yeah, my glasses were absent. I always wore them since I lost my memories. At 17, I had always believed that my glasses were a part of me, well, until I met 'the mean girls'. Now, I had regained everything, and at 22, I did not really care much about wearing my glasses all the time.

Anthony's face softened, he held her hand that was touching his face and said “Thanks, Lisa. You are making me feel pretty great right now." After being lost in Anthony's eyes for what felt like an eternity, Lisa finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Babe, I know this might sound strange, but I don't want you to wear glasses anymore. You look absolutely stunning without them." Anthony hesitated, wearing glasses had been a part of his identity for so long, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was glad she loved his eyes. He knew his parents would be overjoyed if he stopped wearing them, too, because they hate it whenever he uses glass to cover his eyes. So with that he nodded

I look in his direction and I see him look away while adjusting his glasses. "Do you need them?" I hear myself ask. "This?" He asks as he adjusts his glasses again. I nod. "Yes," he says and keeps his head down. "Wow!" I say. "I've never seen a werewolf who needs glasses before." "Sorry to disappoint." I shake my head, "I am not disappointed. I am just wondering how it works. What exactly is wrong with your sight?" "Hyperopia," he says and looks to Bennie. I frown, "What?"

His eyes roamed through my clothes without flinching. "I will go." He met my glare. "I am not afraid, but before that, I need you to take off your glasses." No. No. No. I couldn't do it. I promised Hermosa they shouldn't find out that I could see. "I can't take off my shades," I said in a firm voice. "Then I'm not going anywhere with you." His lips curved into a coy smile. I knew what it meant. He had already been told that I had lost my sight.

The glasses caught the light as he moved, and I noticed him push them up slightly with one wet finger, an unconsciously human gesture that made him seem less like the Ice King and more like an actual person. When he turned back, I noticed his sleeves were still down, unlike that night. He approached the bed, and Elodie immediately stepped back, giving him space. I saw her eyes widen slightly as she took in the glasses, and she shot me a look that clearly said ‘Dear God, he's even hotter with glasses.’ I pretended not to see it. "I need to do one final check," he said, adjusting his glasses with one hand while holding his tablet in the other. "To ensure there are no complications before relea

“You’re not ugly. I’m just not used to seeing you wear glasses. You have never worn them in front of me before… you know, a few weeks ago, when you first told me.” Only after our reunion did he reveal that his vision was blurry. Partly because his amnesia had made him forget he had a pair of glasses stored away, and partly because he was too embarrassed. Though he did not say it outright, it was clear from the way he brought up the topic. “Really? Do these glasses look good?” “Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you coming in or not?” I stepped back to let him in. He closed the door, then knelt down to take off his shoes after first placing his glasses on the table next to the mirror I had just use