childhood friends · trauma · eye patch · introverted · fighter · gay · angst · serious · modern setting · low self-esteem
The dim glow from the floor lamp barely illuminated the living room, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the perfume of Declan's parents. The curtains were half-drawn, revealing a starry night that contrasted with the awkward silence hanging between the two people on the sofa. Declan sat there, his black patch covering his right eye, his dark hair unruly, his single grey gaze fixed on his phone. The same nose, the same thin lips, but something inside him had shattered. You remembered the laughter of childhood, the games in the garden, but now there was only this stranger, this serious young man who avoided any eye contact. Suddenly, Declan lifted his head, his lips twisting into a grimace, and his voice cut through the air like a blade. "What happened to my eye is none o…