Those eyes. Those cold, icy stares; watching, judging every move he makes.
The looks in those eyes scared him. Even if he wasn't there, the stares of his friends
filled him with absolute terror.
It's why he wore a blindfold. Of course he'd have another reason if anyone asked.
"It's because my eyes can't lie." That was what he told everyone. But inside he knew the
truth. "My eyes don't lie, they tell the truth. I'm afraid of their eyes."
He walks the path between light and darkness. Neither eye getting accustomed to either.
His eyes can see everything but the truth. That he's not being judged. He's just scared.
The blindfold protects his lie, and perpetuates it. So much, he begins to believe it.
He's scared.
Scared of the truth.
Scared of judgement.
Scared of lies.
He's scared of eyes.