I even sent in friends

Probably, if someone’s eyes had been that shade of blue always, that would be the thing, or at least one of the things you would remember about them most strongly; that would be one of the things you carried with you, wouldn’t it?

That would be one of the things you had, for instance, noticed. What with living your every breath for that person. What would being in love with them.

(The real became the surreal, and the surreal turned its impossible face towards you, and was the real.)

(Emmet’s eyes: they had been blue.)

Tender, Belinda McKeon