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Heterochromia Iridium didn't ring a lot of bells when it's said out loud but it was something you were born with and all too aware of. Your parents told you that it made you special, unique but it had always bothered you. When you started school you just wanted to blend in and keep your head down but the amount of questions about your eyes gradually increased, the speculation about what it is and what caused it got more far fetched over time. In the end you began hiding one of your eyes behind your hair, a trick you had learnt in high school as a feasible way to hide one of your eyes without a lot of questions being asked in return.
When you met Dean things weren't much different, you still hid underneath your hair, you still hated your eyes and you still felt self conscious about it. Dean noticed of course because whenever he'd get close to you, you'd pull away. You were convinced that once he found out your secret he would leave you, thinking that you were some kind of freak. It all came unraveled when you were asleep one night. You were facing away from him and he took the opportunity to push your hair back off your face, confused when he saw nothing but flawless skin underneath. He started to stroke your face gently and it was only when you opened your eyes that he finally saw what you had been hiding from him.
He smiled at you as you stared up at him anxiously "You don't have to hide them from me"
You grabbed hold of your hair, pulling it back over your eye "I hate them. It makes me feel like a freak"
"They're beautiful" Dean argued as he lifted your hair out of the way "And unique, just like you"
