"Tenth question. My mum said that your eyes were green. Which shade of green are they?"
"You asked your mum about me?" You chuckled.
I ignored it.
"I think they're hazel."
"What's that like?"
"Brown with a little bit of green? Honestly, I've never paid that much attention to them."
I nodded, trying to imagine what brown-with-a-little-bit-of-green would look like, when you said, "Maybe you'll get to see them soon. Decide for yourself when that day comes."
I smiled. I couldn't wait.
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KurzgeschichtenAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
