HETEROCHROMIA

01

Y/n's pov

I have always had this particularity : I have minnow eyes. A blue, a black. I should be proud of it, but I'm more ashamed of it than anything else.

Why ? Because my family has never stopped pointing out this difference as a defect. I was only a child at that time.

I thought this defect was an abomination, that it was absolutely necessary to hide it. So I looked for solutions to hide them, but as if fate openly made fun of me: I'm allergic to contact lenses.

I opted for sunglasses. At first at school, everyone asked me if I had become blind. Then time passed and everyone became accustomed to it. Since that day, no one has seen the color of my eyes again.

Today, I'm at a hockey game. I'm not really a fan of sport, but my friends trained me there. I don't really know the rules of this sport, but that doesn't prevent me from enjoying it. I even enjoy it.

At the end of the game, the public throws things on the ice. The atmosphere is so electric that I find myself disappointed that I don't have something to launch too.

"Y/n! Give me something to launch!" Shouts me bestfriend by turning on herself. I repress a smile when she loses her balance a little.

But I don't have time to tell her that she already stops and looks at me insistently. I know this smile...

Without warning, she grabs your pair of glasses and throws it away.