he was complaining because he couldn't see the road. his eyes were weak because of a genetic malfunction. his doctors say he could go, totally, blind because of it. "i can't see the stupid road and you keep talking. how am i supposed to concentrate then?!" he demanded, harshly. his girlfriend made it really hard, sometimes, with her incessant bleating, that he'd lose his temper, all the more. "i'm sorry, love. don't worry. if i die, you'll get my eyes. i promise," she told him sweetly. it made him feel weird. sometimes, she could say such things, off-handedly. months passed and his eyesight weakened. he even had to change his eyeglasses again. this time, it was thicker; the grade higher. the girlfriend was long gone. he got rid of her, a few months ago. he couldn't take her nonstop chatter. his phone was ringing and he answered; his anger rising again. the static was terrible. yet, the news made his mind blank. the call was from his ex's mom. she was crying as she said his ex was dead. she told him to hurry up because he had to undergo immediate operation--to receive his ex-girlfriend's eyes. his ex, specifically, asked that it be given to him, in case, she dies. a short story. #eyes #love #call #prose #yqbaba
