When I was young, I never understood why I had to close my eyes and shun myself away from the beauty of the world that surrounded me. Despite seeing the demarcation of humans and the Naebul in my everyday life, I still believed that the world, Earth, held beauty that no one has dared imagine.
Mother used to tell me stories of how she ventured the pine forests when she was my age. She would tell me of how fragrant the smell of mint and earth would dance with the cool breeze, or of how the warm touch of the sun would cause her body relax while lying on the soft grassy fields of the summer, or of how the colors of the season would change in a dramatic fashion, and the northern lights giving off that illustrious feeling of enchantment and wonder. She would explicitly describe the world to me as if it was a piece of gem in a pile of coal, shining ever so beautifully in the bleak background of the dark chasm of the universe that surrounded it.
Mother always told me that the world was something full of beauty, of grace, and of charm. And she would tell me all these, instead of singing me lullabies, before I go to sleep or when we were having our quality time together. I would have dreams of those stories and instead of Mother, it was me doing all of those.
Unfortunately, Mother never allowed me to look at it from my own eyes.
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Grayed
RomanceFormerly known as 'It was her Gray Eyes' Isadora Morrow had lived her life posing as a blind girl, despite having perfect vision. Ever since she knew, her mother had always told her not to open her eyes when in the presence of other people. She didn...
