She, His Enigma
But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts.
*"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."*
Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.
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