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A Girl with Gray Eyes

By Nelly Starfields

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2018 Nelly Starfields

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Table of Contents

A Girl with Gray Eyes

A Boy with Blue Eyes

A Girl with Gray Eyes

Sunlight touched my eyelids and forced me to wake up with my stupid alarm clock. I let out a huge yawn, stretched my body gently. Today was the 15th of September which was the beginning of my college. I wasn’t going to be my callow freshman self this year. I was an experienced second year now, I couldn’t wait to have some fun with this year’s freshmen. It was turning 08:30 A.M., and If I act like that, I was going to be late. Soon, I grabbed my jacket and went out.

Finally, I arrived in class. Everyone I knew was here alongside with the second years I didn’t see before. Roy and Andrew noticed me, and we gave each other high fives.

“Hey, bro!” said Roy with a side hug. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“Hi, dude. It’s nice to see you too.” I replied.

“Don’t you forget something?” Andrew joined us; his arms were wide open.

I gave him a quick embrace too and greeted him. Then, we sat at our desks, began to wait for the tutor. Every inch of the classroom filled with voices of other students.

“So, what did you do on your vacation?” asked Roy.

“Nothing actually just traveled to our old family beach. You?”

“I met with a hottie man. You got to see her.”

“You? Meeting with a beautiful girl?” said Andrew, almost crying out of laughter. “Impossible!”

“Quit it, dude. Of course, he can!”  I tried to calm him.

“Y-Yeah. We saw the last ‘ravishing beauty’ he showed us.”

Before I can respond, a squeak from the door was heard. I looked at that direction and encountered the most piercing view in my life. It was a glance but no ordinary one; it was cold as an iron, electrifying like a thundercloud yet graceful like silver. Time hanged for me in a brief moment of seconds; I kept watching her. She turned her back and her black hair of cashmere swung side to side.

My jaw dropped. I stayed like a statue for a long while. I jumped to reality by my friend’s touch.

“Eric, are you OK?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” I shook my head.

“Guys, this is the girl I told you,” said Roy, nudging Andrew.

“Who is this?” I asked in an awestruck tone.

“Her name is Lisa. She just transferred to our college.”

She really was interesting. I couldn’t remove the image of those silver eyes from my mind. They were framed by light almond shaped lids. She seemed distant like an alien to this country. From that day I began to observe her closely.

* * *

A week passed from this incident; however, I couldn’t speak a word. I didn’t know why, but I was afraid of forged by these iron glances. Every time I saw her she was either listening music or sitting by herself. Without talking to anyone. Roy and Andrew were already teasing my shyness about her, and it wasn’t helping me at all.

In one of the cultural studies' lesson, I heard her voice for the first time. She expressed her opinion about Gramsci’s popular culture definition. Her voice wasn’t silky or raspy as I imagined. Instead, it was very melodic as a Siren’s song. My heart skipped a beat after that; I felt my cheeks burn like a wildfire and started to fan myself with my hand.

I again met by those silver glances, but they were looking at me oddly. I turned my head and buried it in my book. Why was I acting like that? She seemed like a normal girl with gray eyes that was all. I mean, my friends kept telling me that I was a shy type; however, why was I becoming so defenceless in front of her? My brain burnt with these questions.

Weeks chased weeks, and I still couldn’t bear to talk with her. Now even Roy was thinking of leaving her to me and desired to see us as friends, but it was easy to wish. Should she see an Eric sculpture instead of a person? No, it was better just observing her from afar. Only seeing her was enough to calm me now, and I didn’t want to lose this sensation.

When I was going to my prose lecture, I heard a faint moan. At the corner, there was a familiar face. It was Lisa, and she was sobbing to herself. I took a deep sigh, approached her then, I did my very first actual conversation with her.

“A-Are y-you a-alright?” I muttered.

“Hm?” she rose her head and looked at me. “Oh, it’s you.”

“H-Hi, my name is Eric. Yours is Lisa right?”


“Could you tell me why are you crying?” I inquired. “I mean if it won’t bother you.”

“I-It’s nothing. Just my family is tearing apart.”

“W-What happened to them?”

“They are divorcing, and my dad isn’t going to see my little sister Sally anymore,” she replied, almost as a whisper.

I didn’t know what was occurring to me at that moment; however, I embraced her tightly. My feelings had brewed inside me and were pouring themselves into the glass of hearts. She looked at me with those gray eyes. This time they didn’t flash lightning, but they revealed the sun beneath the clouds, just as after the storm. I grabbed her hands and finally asked one thing to her.

A Boy with Blue Eyes

It was my first day in this college and literature department. However, I wasn’t excited even a bit. Why would I? Same lessons, same students and the same environment were the things would probably greet me. I bet they would act same as they did. What was my problem? Well, I had many, but they were nothing compared to my eyes. Yeah, my eyes. They were like a double-edged sword in my life. Silver gray the Colour I hated for the most, the stupid colour of my eyes. Why weren’t they brown or blue like everybody else’s? I had too many nicknames because of them. ‘Iron Lady’ and ‘Mrs. Stormy’ are some of them. Due to their rarity and colour, I was treated like an object than a human.

I arrived a bit of late to the class. With the opening of the door, I again met by this shocked glances, but one was unusual. I had seen the bluest ocean I have ever seen. His eyes… My God! They were literally the reflection of the seven seas, deeper than an abyss and lively as thousands of creatures. We stared each other for a brief moment; however, time stopped for me like eternal seconds. I quickly walked to a desk and sat.

His ocean eyes distilled their views on my mind gingerly. I looked at him once more and examined him. He had hair of gold and a tan skin tone which was more like human compared to mine. For the first time in my life, I desired to know someone better. It was abrupt, really abrupt. After years of isolation and mockery, a warm flash of curiosity lit in my heart.

* * *

Next week was quite strange. He approached me several times; however, he couldn’t talk with me. I could only hear sounds like ‘um.’ His head was always downwards as if he was trying to not look at me. I decided to stay silent about him. I really wanted to meet with him, but his body language wasn’t helping at all. He was a castle wall of stones because of his nervousness, and I couldn’t conquer him. Somehow, I was afraid of losing everything about him.

Things began to change between me and him in a cultural studies’ lesson. The tutor was explaining to us the six definitions of popular culture and asked our opinions on it. I raised my hand to take the floor.

“Ganguro girls in Japan are applying a Gramscian approach in their community.”

“In what way exactly?” inquired the tutor.

“They are using traditional and modern resources to create a new understanding of fashion.”

“This is correct Lisa. You may sit.”

I sat and noticed an admiring expression. He was sighing slowly; his ocean eyes had serene waves in them. He was watching me as if he was in a candy land or an amusement park. I mutely giggled to myself and attempted to process something. Why was he fanning himself? It wasn’t that hot inside.

* * *

Lesson finished; we all exited the class. While I was walking, I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned my back, saw two boys. One was familiar, wearing a baseball hat and the other one had piercing on his ear.

“Hey, Lisa. Did you remember me?” he inquired, had a sheepish grin.

“Hey, Roy.”

“Wow. She recognised you.” the other one said.

“I told you she would,” Roy replied, opening his palm. “Now give me five dollars.”

“Ugh, have it.”

He gave Roy the money and shook my hand.

“Well, hi, I’m Andrew.”

“Pleased to meet you, Andrew.”

“Can we talk with you about something Lisa?” Roy said in a serious tone.

I nodded, and we headed somewhere more private. I was scared. What did they want from me? Were they here to warn me about him? Or was it for earlier?

“Well, Lisa, we’re here to request something from you,” told Andrew.

“Yeah. It’s about a friend of ours,” added Roy.

“A friend of yours? Who’s that?”

“Eric Sanders, the boy who had been trying to talk with you.”

“Oh,” I responded, scratching my jawline. “What’s the matter with him?”

“He really wants to be friends with you; however, he’s shy about it,” said Andrew.

“He does?!”

“Yes. Could you talk him about this, please?” inquired Roy, almost begging.

“O-Of course! I’d love to do that!”

“Now, this is wonderful. Thanks, Lisa!”

Soon, they left me alone. I placed my hands on my face and squealed. He wanted to know me better too! I’d love to become friends with him just to see his ocean eyes every day. My wishes were coming true.

* * *

Weeks passed after this event. However, I was still scared of losing everything about him. So, I made a well-developed plan to talk with him. Today was the day of the plan. I decided to act it before the prose lesson, but a text message ruined my mood.

“ Mum: Lisa sorry to hide it from you; however, we are divorcing. Your father would take custody of your sister, and you wouldn’t see her again. Hurry up and come please.”

My hands started to tremble when I read the text. My phone dropped and tore into pieces. Tears flowed immediately from my cheeks. I knelt, quietly letting a silent scream out. Suddenly, he appeared beside me.

“A-Are y-you a-alright?” he muttered.

“Hm?” I rose my head and looked at him. “Oh, it’s you.”

“H-Hi, my name is Eric. Yours is Lisa right?”


“Could you tell me why are you crying?” he inquired. “I mean if it won’t bother you.”

“I-It’s nothing. Just my family is tearing apart.”

“W-What happened to them?”

“They are divorcing, and my dad isn’t going to see my little sister Sally anymore,” I replied, almost as a whisper.

“Can we be friends?” he asked, grabbing my hands.


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