Eyes like Emeralds {MikaYuu}

Questions and Complications

The blindness spell.

A spell that only lasts for only a minute or two.
A spell that I've grown curious of.

What is it like to be blind?

What exactly does Yuu-chan see?

I slowly covered my eyes with a shaking right hand. I let out a shaky sigh before reciting the words.

"Oslepit' menya." Blind me.

I sat in bed, my vision beginning to slowly fade. I gripped the sheets beneath me, I was panicking.

Did Yuu-chan feel like this when he was going blind?

Was it worse?

Did it hurt him?

Soon enough, I was in my own abyss. I couldn't see a thing. I was temporarily blind.

Since I couldn't do much, my mind wandered to other things, Yuu-chan to be exact.

Did it hurt Yuu-chan to see nothing?

Did Yuu-chan feel alone?

Was he scared?

It seemed I was asking myself the questions that I never ever would have the guts to say to his face. Those questions seemed to lead to more. The questions seemed to become miscellaneous, but of course, they all had one very important thing in common, Yuu-chan.

What does Yuu-chan wanna see when he gets his sight back?

What does he dream about?

How many times has he bumped into a wall?

Did he have friends that cared for him when he was younger?

Who's the person that will give Yuu-chan his vision?

Who's gonna make him truly happy?

Soon enough, my vision came back. I made my way to the nearest mirror. My ruby eyes, clouded and glasslike, began to fade, revealing my bright blue eyes.

Yuu-chan likes blue.

I smiled slightly, a tinge of pink coloring my cheeks. I hummed happily, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall.

Who knew Yuu-chan could make me so happy yet so sad at the same time? Talk about complicated.

But maybe, I liked it a little complicated.

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I panted. My hands were on my knees, beads of sweat beginning to fog my glasses. I clenched my teeth, tears on the verge of spilling.

If anybody was to ask, I'd deny it. I'd say it was sweat. I'd hide my glasses and say I had contacts on that seemed to burn. I'd say I ran into a pole because I wasn't paying attention.

But I'd never admit that I wanted to cry.

Never.

And why of all reasons?

Because of a boy.

A boy that I've know since I was about three. A boy that wasn't as lucky as I was to see all of the color wheel, only seeing in grayscale.