Rebecca has a lazy eye.
She used to be very self-conscious about it, but I've always been very grateful.
When we first met online, we barely had a couple days to talk before she had to be taken in for a cosmetic surgery.
She had to spend a week with both eyes covered; for healing, you know. But an artist with no vision is a bird without wings.
She told me much later that she was terrified during the entire process.
There was a small get-well-soon picture I drew her while I had been waiting for her to come back online; it was one of the first things she saw on the computer when she was allowed to see again.
It was a simple gesture, but apparently it made her cry.
Her vision had already taken its toll a long time ago. It was a cosmetic surgery after all.
And that cosmetic "fix" didn't last long; her eye started to stray again.
But we lasted.
We were together soon after the initial operation, and we dated for four years.
When I arrived in her airport for the first time, that cold night on December 21st, she saw me.
Even with her impaired depth perception, she saw me out of the crowd.
And I finally got to see those eyes- slightly askew- in person.
Mint green, with a turquoise halo.
Looking at me.
Taking a quick break from A:CtS stuff