"There's something in your eyes, that makes me melt inside." - Unknown
DEDICATION: For -vellichor, because I'm so damn honoured that you stayed up 'till three am for an update *sheds tear*
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"This is Westerden Optome- hello?"
"..."
"Is anyone there?"
"..."
"Lemme try, Tristy! KONNICHIWA! IS ANYONE THERE?! HELLOOOOOOO?"
"Hi-"
"Fletcher, you stupid flip-flop! Screaming into a speaker is rude! I'm sorry, whoever's on the other side of this call. My boyfriend is being a total moron."
"Um-"
"Jeez, Sushi! Why do you have to hit me like that?!"
"..."
"Ow, Fletcher! Stop pulling my hair, it's not superglued to my scalp!"
"..."
"This is Tristan- er, again. If the person I suspect is listening, I'd like them to know that they are beautiful and I adore them to pieces. They may hate me right now, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel the exact opposite about them. Now, I have to attend to my crazy friends."
"Tristan, I-"
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
"Tu ne sais pas à quel point je t'aime."
YOU ARE READING
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...
