The Becoming

The Becoming

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"What do I look like?" I heard him shift against the leather of the couch. "You have soft looking brown hair, the colour of milk chocolate. It frames your face and makes you appear graceful.Your eyes are beautiful, the colour of the sun, so a golden yellow. It's unusual, but brightens your face. Your skin is clear and flawless, always glowing a brilliant pearly colour. Your lips are deep red, and always curled into a little smile. Your wearing a black dress, it falls to your ankles and looks lovely on you. You're completely beautiful." I felt tears brim in my eyes. "And when you're about to cry, your eyes glass over and it look heartbreaking, even to the toughest souls." I smiled a little, but let the tears fall down my cheek. "What do you look like?" Total silence. I sighed heavily. "Why won't you ever tell me?" "Because i'm afraid."
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*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------

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