Coming Out of the Deep
So, looking up, I called him, which caused him to look at me, but then his phone rang, forcing me to pause.
He picked up, and I could tell right away it was Kairos. He wanted to know where he was and Lake told him. They spoke for a moment, and Lake looked up at me apologetically, to which I began to wave it off, assuring him that I did not mind, but I was frozen by the color of his eyes as his gaze drifted, catching on something outside the window.
When the sun hit his face, I realized there was something wrong with his eyes. I blinked, leaning forward as I narrowed my eyes. Lake always had green eyes. Bright, vivid green like moss in the spring—striking, memorable. But suddenly they appeare
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