Future Without His Glasses Novels & Stories

"The one without fear underneath it." "It worked," she says. "Yes," he says. She looks at him across the small table. Fifteen years of knowing this face. The specific way he looks in candlelight — older now, ten years older than Night Twenty-Two, the grey at his temples that started three years ago and that she has never once wanted different. The glasses he still only wears when he thinks no one's watching and that she still doesn't tell him she finds completely disarming. He's wearing them now.

Right before I died, he leaned in and whispered, "If it weren't for you, Gloria and I would've been together. So if there's a next life... let me go." That was it. Whatever love I had left burned out. Gone. So when I came back, I avoided Evan like my life depended on it. Eight years. No contact. No mistakes. And I still ran into him. *** I had zero interest in wasting time on either of them. I just wanted to find Mia.

I took his hand and kissed it gently. Outside the window, brilliant fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating the entire night and his handsome profile. I looked into his eyes, clear and bright in the starlight. No false messages would ever come between us again. "Never again," I said softly, "Because this time, our fate is in our own hands." The nightmare of my past life had finally ended. In this life, there was only my beloved by my side and peaceful days ahead.

What Rosa saw next was out of her wildest imaginations. As she went closer to the faint red glow she saw Alex standing at the corner of the library. His body was emitting a faint red glow. It was as if flames were engulfing his body but he was least bothered. His skin was a shade of pale grey almost ashy complexion. His eyes were the same normal blue but it had a spark in it as if they were shinning. Rosa was scared out of her wits.

Nathan comes back down in his suit and with his laptop bag in hand looking flustered. "I can't find my glasses and I don't have enough time to put my contacts in," he says as he looks around the living room. "Did you leave them in the kitchen when you were cooking?" I suggest. He hurries into the kitchen and comes back out with the black glasses on his face. "Thank you. I'll see you later, have a good day," Nathan says before he leaves.

His eyes seemed to follow her, and he couldn't help but wish that he could see her close up, because from where he was, she was beautiful. He made a move to get up but stopped when some guy beat him to it. He took his glasses off, not wanting to see him get the girl. A snap made him open his eyes, but they stayed on her, they didn't move as the guy moved off. He was clearly shot down by her. He let out a long breath and sat back down. He looked down at his glasses to see he must have been holding them too tight because they were broken. "Shit," he hissed, knowing he couldn't wear them and he didn't have his contacts with him.

He was taking off the glasses now, dropping them beside the bags. Him without glasses was hot. Definitely hot. If there was a word hotter than hot, it was him without the glasses. He was now walking to the fridge while I shuffled over to one of the high stools, gaze still fixed on him. "Where's your mom, Lake?" The words came out softly, hitting the floor and bouncing off at him.

"You're hiding behind these. I want to see your face." "I'm not hiding behind anything. I need those to see." "Your prescription is barely a 1.5. You can see fine without them." He settled back against his seat, studying her. "Better. Much better." Jade's face burned. Without her glasses, she felt weirdly exposed. Vulnerable. Like he'd stripped away a layer of protection she hadn't realized she was wearing. "Where are we going?" "My penthouse. You'll be staying there for the foreseeable future."

I just looked again through the glass window of the store, he looked just like him but there was something still odd. “He came with me.” I heard Yana said and I was surprised, or should I say a bit of expectations still came through my mind? “How could you be sure?” I asked to her. “He doesn’t have his glasses, I told you we cannot bring anything.” she answered and that was still an unsure answer. “He can forget it and just went out with it.” I answered and she shook his head. “Dylan who was practically blind without his glasses?” she asked, she has a point there.