Under his sunglasses, Orion's eyes flickered with uncertainty. He lowered his head slightly, looking extremely nervous and conflicted.
Xanthea bent down to pick up her little backpack, and Orion, thinking she was about to leave, quickly grabbed her.
Xanthea: "?"
He slowly nodded, and Xanthea was thrilled that she almost jumped up. "Really?!"
He wouldn't show his eyes to anyone, but he was willing to show them to her!
She carefully approached him, slowly sliding his sunglasses off. Orion held his breath, tense and worried that she might be frightened or repulsed by what she saw.
A pair of eyes, black and lustrous like obsidian, emerged. They were like stars in the sky, shimmering brightly in the distant, dark night sky, that they could draw anyone in. They were stunning!
Xanthea was mesmerized.
Orion's thick, raven lashes fluttered with uncertainty and confusion.
He attempted to put his sunglasses back on, but Xanthea stopped him. "No! They're beautiful, like little stars in the sky!"
Orion was taken aback. Little stars?
His stepmother used to curse his eyes as empty and terrifying, threatening to gouge them out. Yet, here was Xanthea, finding them beautiful, like stars in the night sky.
"Please, don't put the sunglasses back on. Let me look at them a little longer, okay?"
As Xanthea gazed into his eyes, she leaned in closer without realizing it.
Her cute, rosy face came nearer, and her amber eyes, filled with affection, made Orion shyly lower his head.
Truth be told, she was the prettiest of all.
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