You had heterochromia. It meant that your eyes were two different colors and you hated them.

Ever since you were a little kid on the playground. there were mean kids that would say that your eyes were weird and only demons had eyes like yours.

They made you feel insecure and that’s when you started wearing colored contacts.

You ended up moving from your small town leaving everyone behind but you never forgot to wear your colored contacts.

For years you never told anyone except your best friends about your eyes.

You ended up being super sick and missing many days of school.

Your best friend promised to bring all the work you missed to your house today.

The doorbell rang and you opened it only to be greeted by your best friends brother.

“Hey Keith, did she ask you to bring my school work?” you asked.

“Yeah she d-“ he stopped.

“What’s wrong? I hope you didn’t get sick just by talking to me.” you said.

“Your eyes..” He mumbled.

“Oh shit.” you cursed.

“They’re beautiful” he muttered.

“What did you say?” you asked in shock.

”I said your eyes are beautiful or would you like me to use another synonym?” he asked.