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Leo sat in the dark, his apartment illuminated only by the twin emerald beams of his own eyes. He was no longer part of the background, but he realized he would never see the "real" world again. He was a masterpiece now—and he was stuck in the frame. If you’d like to change the vibe, let me know: Should the story be , romantic , or funny ? buy colored lenses online
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For the first time, Leo didn't feel like a background character. He felt like the protagonist. But as the sun began to set, he noticed something strange. The green glow didn't dim. In fact, the darker it got, the more the emerald light bled into his vision, painting everything in shades of deep, mossy shadow. He was a masterpiece now—and he was stuck in the frame
He went home to take them out, but when he looked in the mirror, the lenses were gone. His eyes were still glowing, the green pigment now woven directly into his iris.
Leo lived in a city of gray concrete and permanent drizzle. Every morning, he looked in the mirror at his own muddy brown eyes and felt like he was part of the background. He was tired of being a "background character."
"They're beautiful," she said. "I feel like I'm looking into a forest."