HETEROCHROMIA

07

Y/n's pov

Before I can sketch a single movement, he finds himself in front of me. Too close to me.

Despite the absence of light, I know that if he leans towards me, he will discover my eyes. I instinctively lower my head when he crosses the last meters separating us. He doesn't speak, doesn't move.

I'm not afraid, because despite his insistence, I know he's not bad.

Only our breaths testify to our presence. Long seconds pass before I crack.

"Well, you didn't want to know? Hurry up so that I can go back to my life".

He still doesn't answer me, and in an excess of annoyance I raise my head towards him. Too bad if he sees my eyes.

I hold back a movement of surprise when I see that he has his eyes closed. I wait a few seconds to see if he will eventually open them, but no.

Something then goes through me, an emotion whose name I will not be able to find. I'm looking at him again. I'm really looking at him this time. I follow the line of his nose, then of his jaw.

I even think I see a smile forming in the corner of his lips.

"I won't look at you, unless you want me to" he finally told me.

And without warning, he grabs my hand and puts my glasses on it before turning around and leaving the room.