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The air went still, and when I opened my eyes, I saw tears in his eyes. eyes, glistening like fragile glass. The intensity of his gaze pierced through the haze of confusion and fear that clouded my mind. I felt a mix of dread and concern as I searched for the right words to say, but they eluded me, trapped in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

She needed to stay focused around him. “My opinion is you just hate women. You like looking down on them, believing they’re an inferior race,” Alannah said when the silence stretched on too long. He pulled his shades down so she was finally looking into those deep green depths, leaving her no doubt of the desire behind their stare. His eyes dropped down her body, causing her nipples to tighten in response before they came back up and met her widened gaze. “Alannah, I can assure you that I love absolutely everything about women… every… single… thing,” he said slowly.

Her eyes shine brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. And in that moment, every instinct inside me knows—nothing will ever be the same again.

And his eyes… His ey‌es were botto⁠mless. Old. Too old. And th⁠ey saw e⁠verythin‍g. Th‍e moment his ga⁠ze⁠ fell on me,⁠ the breath left my lungs. My knees‍ almost buckled.

I said looking around and holding myself from a panic attack. Fuck! What is wrong with my eyes? Auburn? That’s bad. Really bad!

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

After that, I suddenly shine dazzlingly, causing me to close my eyes firmly. And upon fluttering my eyes open, I felt a strange power flowing through my whole body. My eyes glowed and vivid images flashed before my eyes like a movie screen. When I close my eyes again, I can see events around the world and across the galaxy. It was as if I had enormous eyes staring at the entire universe—invisible and omnipotent. When I opened my eyes again, I was so surprised and let out a gasp when I noticed that I was floating in nothingness.

"Aren't you so beautiful, Ahana?" Startled I peered back to find her but there was no one, it was like I am talking to an invisible somebody whose voice was too mesmerising to ignore. "How can I see everything?" I fretted, pinching my face because this all seem too good to be true. "I am not supposed to see anything then why am I seeing everything?" Frenetic, I again looked around to find her - the woman or something ethereal who has lend me my sight, fulfilling my dream of seeing me.