"I hate when my eyes get red and everybody knows I've cried." - Unknown
DEDICATION: TheWallflower for being an absolute darling! Your kind comments always make me smile. I can't thank you enough.
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"Retina, please tell me that you're there!"
"You've been calling me non-stop for the past day."
"That- okay, that obviously wasn't a question."
"I had to pick up so my teacher wouldn't freak."
"Look, I'm-"
"Why did you call me?"
"Retina, I-I'm sorry that I snapped at you yesterday."
"I would have hung up the moment sound came through the speaker, but I need to tell you this- you are the optometrist and I am the patient. We do not, nor will ever, have a relationship further than that."
"Damn, I thought that after several months of chatting-"
"Also, your position on the social ladder? Please, what a joke. You don't deserve to be breathing the same air as me. I thought you had changed me for the better, when you really changed me for the worse. That was all a joke. You're a joke."
"You know what? I take back all my apologies. All of them."
"Well, maybe if you weren't such a heartless moron-"
"Maybe if you weren't such a stubborn idiot-"
"Just stay out of my life!"
"Trust me, I'd be happy to."
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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...
