"Keep your eyes on your Faith, because sometimes it's all you'll ever have." – Unknown
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"Hey, Retina."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Just a hunch."
"I– I just wanted to apologise for everything."
"It was your defence mechanism kicking in, I understand why it happened. We all have one, it's nothing to apologise for."
"I'm going to figuratively lean my head on your shoulder."
"Go ahead."
"...This is nice."
"Your figurative head is nice and warm."
"You inherited the good figurative shoulder genes, they're the most soft and comfy ones I've ever felt."
"Um, thanks? Also, there's a reason why my patience snapped when we fought. I was under a ton of stress at the time, and maybe I just didn't want harm to come to you, I don't know, but I was worried and I– I really don't want to lose you."
"What do you mean, lose–"
"Retina, I'm moving to Italy."
"What?!"
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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...
