H/n's pov
I may have gone too hard on her. I just wanted to get closer to her, and this glasses story gave me the opportunity.
She doesn't know me and neither do I. No more than simple knowledge. She's right not to want to confide in me. And I won't have to force so much for it to open up to me.
"Why" she reminds me when I was going to walk through the door. "Why are you looking so much to know? Is it a kind of pledge that you made with your friends?"
I'm so shocked that she can think that, that I stop clearly, unable to answer.
"So I was right?" She answers in the absence of an answer. I turn around when I hear her voice break.
No.
No. No. No.
Why would she think directly about that? Would something similar have ever happened to her?
A feeling of hatred is born in me by imagining that someone could have played her like that.
"It's not a pledge y/n, I really wanted to give them back to you" I whisper by keeping my distance.
"I don't know why you wear them, but I know they're important to..."
"I have heterochromia" she told me, cutting me off.
She says her sentence so quickly that it takes me a few seconds to understand its meaning.
YOU ARE READING
HETEROCHROMIA
RomanceSince she was a child, she has been wearing glasses to hide. No one seems to pay attention to it. Finally, up to him.
