"My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected." – Anna M. Uhlich
Dedication: This dedication is for theycallmethewriter, because she made four beautiful covers for this story! <3
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"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?"
"For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?"
"Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for that blurry eyesight of yours to be treated by a guy your own age."
"My own... oh no."
"Yeah, haha."
"Haha? This is no time for jokes!"
"It was an awkward haha, not a haha hilarious kind of haha!"
"I have a dance recital in three months! I have to get this fixed."
"Three months? That's ages away."
"Yeah, but I can't rehearse with this stupid cloudiness. I keep running into things! Do you know anyone who can help me?"
"Um–"
"Um? Um? What do you mean, um?"
"I mean, my dad's the main optometrist here."
"Great, so where is he?"
"Uh, he's in Italy."
"Why is your father, the experienced optometrist, in a different continent?!"
"He got a job offer there a couple of weeks ago, okay? Calm down!"
"So, why are you at the optometrist, then?"
"I fill in for him and pick up the phone when he's not here."
"But you're just–"
"I don't get calls from annoying girls often, so this is new to me."
"You're annoying."
"Says the annoying one."
"Ugh, I need to go. Adiós, annoying idiot!"
"She hung up, didn't she?"
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Eye Drops (#2)
Short Story"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist...
