Future Without His Glasses Novels & Stories

I’ve been longing for him for so many years and I couldn’t believe this is happening. I am straddling my arms around his waist while his arm is around my waist. I smiled as I traced my eyes in each corner of his face. He’s not wearing any glasses right now. I remember the first time I saw him without it, I was completely captivated and until now I can’t believe that there’s nothing change instead it intensified.

But it’s doing very pleasant things to me. I start to obey at once. I stretch the seams of my shirt, trying to yank it over my head, I’m so eager. I shimmy out of my shorts next and quickly kick them aside. When I’m down to my sports bra and panties, I make eye contact, wanting to be certain he’s still here with me. He is, looking down at my body, but he seems frustrated too. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “You’re blurry,” he grumbles. Oh. His glasses. He left them in the living room.

I quickly ran out of my apartment just as he turned toward the stairs. He stopped when he saw me. He still wasn’t wearing his glasses, just like earlier today. His eyes looked softer without them, his face more open. I smiled at him, the alcohol making everything feel warmer and fuzzier than it should. “You still haven’t gotten new glasses?” He rubbed the bridge of his nose awkwardly. “They said they’ll bring one for me tomorrow.” His gaze lingered on me. “You seem drunk. What happened?” I laughed, the sound coming out louder and freer than usual. “Who is that girl? I keep seeing her with you.”

“Now you look like a functioning human being. Glasses gone, watch on. Character development.” I huffed softly, shaking my head. “It doesn’t replace my glasses,” I pointed out. “Obviously,” she rolled her eyes. “And for your glasses, we can stop by your optician’s office and get you new ones.” I shook my head. “I haven’t saved enough to get a new pair.” “Of course I know that, dummy. It’s a courtesy from your favorite girlfriend. And also I don’t want my future husband going blind. He needs his eyes if he’s going to be a great medical doctor.”

“I don’t know. I have a whole year to make up my mind, so I’m taking it easy.” I looked at him and frowned. “New glasses,” I said, because I’d just noticed it. Not the big thick things anymore. These looked smaller and thinner. “Yeah! Just another health improvement after your cleansing. Who knew! My double vision is sort of receding, and the doctor says I might be up for surgery to correct it in a couple of months.” He grinned. “I could get my sight back and drop the glasses for good!” “That’s awesome! Well, until you turn forty in a couple of days. You know, old people can’t help needing readers.”

Alphonse inquired, his voice a whispery melody. I shook my head mournfully, "I haven't. I hope I do though," I said, walking past him into the living room. "I should check the living room also, don't you think?" He turned around, giving me a look that felt distant. He rested his back against the wall, a deep sigh escaping through his lips. "I would have helped, but I can't see clearly without my glasses," he said. "I can only see things that are close to me. I'm shortsighted."

After everything that happened today, his words were enough to make me smile. “Let's go?” He asked. “Let's go.” Again… The check up was something that my absent mind didn't bother to process. Soon I could see clearer with the new glasses. Still, not perfectly, the lenses weren't precise, but at least I could see. “Your permanent glasses will be ready in a week or so. Until then, these ones will do.” The eye doc said and soon we were ready to go home. Home… But, do I want to go? Do I really want to face the memories of this day in the silence of my house? Hell no!

"I thought the glasses goes off at nine what are you going to be doing in the study?" He smiles, a little impressed with my line of questioning, "Once it goes off, I become partially blind not completely. I can make calls and under special lightning, I can study a little." It still doesn't make sense but I don't try to push him into explaining anything. "Sure, I will sleep early, I was told I'll be seeing the doctor tomorrow." I tell him with a sassy tone of voice and though he doesn't turn back I feel him smile before walking away from me.

That bit is true, he is an amazing cook, another reason to come in here presented to me on a silver platter. He swallows, fingers going up to his face, pushing his glasses back up his nose, and it responds by sliding downwards once his fingers leave. “Are you blind without them?” He deflates at my question, shifting in his seat, I can almost see him let out an exhale, thinking he has been let off the hook, just this once, he could have his fun, he could believe he is free. “I can’t see things close to me without them… and things far away don’t have recognizable features.” he murmurs. There is something in his voice, something like resentment, a feeling I am well acquainted with.

I pleaded, my breath ragged. “Mmmmm…” the young man moaned before finally letting go. His hands moved off me as he gradually stepped back, yet he refused to return my glasses, knowing fully well that I cannot see without them. “My glasses…” I paused, taking a few steps back, using my hands to feel the air to see if I could touch him to get them back. But it was to no avail. “If you want your glasses back, Brielle, open your eyes and come get them,” were his last words before he went quiet, leaving me flabbergasted.