He became the village's piece of fame, he with his cursed eyes.



Sometimes, his eyes turned a dull red when he was angry, they whispered to those who came to see the demon-eyed boy. And if you dared to go up close enough, you might see them give a metallic glitter as they change. Never let him look you in the eye though. His eyes have the ability to inflict a curse on you. You won't become like him; you'll die.



He hid from them, those he had once looked to for friendship.
Alone, he often cried.


Sometimes though, when all seemed quiet, he'd walk out in the streets.



Hoping, hoping that someone would stop and say hello.


But just as there might be a chance of someone daring to approach him, he felt it...



They'd change, into something a little more frightening, and he'd have to hurry home,
while he could still see through his tears.



And he'd watch himself, sometimes, watch as his eyes change every minute or so.


Despite himself and the fact that they drove people away from him, he liked his eyes.
They kept him company, changing everyday, as if they were telling him: you don't need them, only us.




Maybe one day, you'll come across him.
This beautiful boy who'll turn his face away from you as he hurries by, hiding his face in his hair.


If you're feeling a bit gentle that day, perhaps you can stop.
Just stop, and look at him if you can, and say hello.




Perhaps, just perhaps, the relief you see in those cursed eyes...
And the gentle shy smile he gives you will take away the fear for a while.
Even if they don't, and you hurry by, wishing you'd not stopped,
you'll still have gained the love from a lonely and scared soul.


All he'd ever wanted was for someone to be kind.


Even if it was for just the briefest of moments.



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