Sight


Carlos sometimes felt weird when Dorothy Ann looked up to him, her great big grey eyes, the colour of rain on a cloudy day. It was strange, because he always thought a blonde girl like Dorothy Ann would have blue - or at least green - eyes. But hers was a haunting, ethereal grey, which sometimes were vivid and bright, such as when they began debating (her eyes would brighten and the grey of her eyes would become more striking, as she defended her ideas ardently and with eloquence and references to the many books she'd read). Sometimes they became a soft grey, such as when she was concentrating or reading.

The amazing thing about Dorothy Ann's eyes, though, to Carlos, was that they seemed to speak, sometimes, without saying anything. He hadn't realised it before, but Dorothy Ann was a very easy person to read, and it was because of her eyes, which would betray how vulnerable she felt at times, how almost neurotic she was - and how independent she could be, as seen when her eyes became the steel grey all Slaters were known for having (except Evan).

And whenever he got some hare-brained idea, despite all her berating, her eyes deceived her - she would always support him, because that was what a true friend would do.


Carlos had his parents' dark brown eyes - a brown so dark they seemed almost black. To Dorothy Ann, the darkness of his irises, so dark until one could hardly discern the pupils of his eyes, fascinated her, in a strange, naked sort of way. The darkness of his eyes, the almost opaqueness of the eyes - it seemed as if it could stare the truth out of everything.

And sometimes, when he looked at her, the intensity of his gaze scared her; it was as if he stripped her naked of the disguises she wore, the side of her she showed to the world, and left her with only her real, true self, which only the two of them could see. It was as if he saw the real Dorothy Ann. Sometimes she was afraid; what if he (or anyone else for that matter) did not like the Dorothy Ann she really was - the somewhat insecure little girl who wanted to exceed expectations of her? Other times, she was glad - at least someone could see her for who she truly was. Because that meant that he could know her and sympathise with her, without saying a word.

He betrayed his own feelings in doing so, though. Because every time he gazed at her, reassuring her, she saw that it was he who needed reassurance; he who was so confident to the point of being cocky - he needed her support as well.

And in their own silent language of sight, she encouraged him, even as she disagreed with him, because she was a true friend.


Perhaps the truth was, they were more alike than the other could admit. Like colour and light, they had more in common than meets the eye. Especially since colour cannot exist without light.


Fin


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