anaiautositekudasai

He stared at the mirror in front of him, his reflection matching the thoughtful look stuck on his face. He had always spent quite a while in the bathroom since he was young, just staring at his reflection's mismatched eyes.

One was a bright blue, like the ocean waves in the middle of the afternoon when the sun was shining just right over the salty water. This was his right eye. His natural color. The other was more green, yet it was still blue. Almost teal colored, the exact color of a beryl crystal. It was as if you had painted blue onto a blank canvas, and then rubbed in emerald green with a sponge, then threw blue and green streamers onto the wet paint until it dried there. His mother and father had no idea that eyes could even be such a color until their only son was born. This beautiful color, was the color of the eye of his soulmate, a color that would take over both of his soulmate's eyes as his faded to their naturally pale blue shade. It almost took his breath away, seeing the color of the one eye that didn't belong to him, and how somebody someplace was walking around with an eye that wasn't theirs either, an eye that was his.