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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Friends / Friendship
- Published: 01/23/2018
G. Nisa Nur Saygili
A Girl with Grey Eyes
Sunlight touched my eyelids and forced me to wake up with my stupid alarm clock. I let out a huge yawn, stretched my body gently. Today was the 15th of September, which was the beginning of my college. I wasn’t going to be my callow freshman self this year. I was an experienced second year now, I couldn’t wait to have some fun with freshmen. It was turning 08:30 A.M., and If I act slowly like that, I was going to be late. Soon, I wore my jacket and went out.
Finally, I arrived in class. Everyone I knew was here alongside with the second years I didn’t see before. Roy and Andrew noticed me and gave me high fives.
“Hey, bro!” said Roy with a side hug. “It’s so nice to see you.”
“Hi, dude. It’s nice to see you too.” I replied.
“Don’t you forget something?” Andrew joined us; his arms were open.
I gave him a quick embrace and greeted him. Then, we sat at our desks, began to wait for the tutor. Every inch of the classroom filled with other people’s voices.
“So, what did you do on your vacation?” asked Roy.
“Nothing actually just travelled to our old family beach. You?”
“I met with a hottie man. You got to see her.”
“You? Meeting with a beautiful girl?” said Andrew, almost crying out of laughter. “Impossible!”
“Quit it, dude. Of course, he can!” I tried to calm him.
“Y-Yeah. We saw the last ‘ravishing beauty’ he showed us.”
Before I can respond, a squeak from the door was heard. I looked at that direction and encountered the most piercing view in my life. It was a glance but no ordinary one; it was cold as an iron, electrifying like a thundercloud yet graceful like silver. Time hanged me in a brief moment of seconds. She turned her back and her black hair of cashmere swung side to side.
My jaw dropped. I stayed like a statue for a long while. I jumped to reality by my friend’s touch.
“Eric, are you OK?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” I shook my head.
“Guys, this is the girl I told you,” said Roy, nudging Andrew.
“Who is this?” I asked in an awestruck tone.
“Her name is Lisa. She just transferred to our college.”
She really was interesting. I couldn’t remove the image of those silver eyes from my mind. They were framed by light almond shaped lids. She seemed distant like an alien to this country. From that day I began to watch her closely.
* * *
A week passed from this incident; however, I couldn’t speak a word. I didn’t know why, but I was afraid of forged by these iron glances. Every time I saw her she was either listening music or sitting by herself. Without talking to anyone. Roy and Andrew were already teasing my fright, and it wasn’t helping me at all.
In one of the cultural studies' lesson, I heard her voice for the first time. She expressed her opinion about Gramsci’s popular culture definition. Her voice wasn’t silky or raspy. Instead, it was very melodic as a Siren’s song. My heart skipped a beat after that; I felt my cheeks burn as a wildfire and started to fan myself with a hand.
I again met by those silver glances, but they were looking at me oddly. I turned my head and buried it in my book. Why was I acting like that? She seemed like a normal girl with grey eyes that was all. I mean, my friends kept telling me that I was a shy type; however, why was I becoming so defenceless in front of her? My brain burnt with these questions.
Weeks chased weeks, and I still couldn’t bear to talk with her. Now even Roy was thinking of leaving her to me and desired to see us as friends, but it was easy to wish. Should she see an Eric sculpture instead of a person? No, it was better just observing her from afar. Only seeing me was enough to calm me now, and I didn’t want to lose this sensation.
When I was going to my prose lecture, I heard a faint moan. At the corner, there was a familiar face. It was Lisa, and she was sobbing to herself. I took a deep sigh, approached her then, I did my very first actual conversation with her.
“A-Are y-you a-alright?” I muttered.
“Hm?” she rose her head and looked at me. “Oh, it’s you.”
“H-Hi, my name is Eric. Yours is Lisa right?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Could you tell me why are you crying?” I inquired. “I mean if it won’t bother you.”
“I-It’s nothing. Just my family is tearing apart.”
“W-What happened to them?”
“They are divorcing, and my dad isn’t going to see my little sister Sally anymore,” she replied, almost as a whisper.
I didn’t know what was occurring to me at that moment; however, I embraced her tightly. My feelings had brewed inside me and were pouring themselves into the glass of hearts. She looked at me with those grey eyes. This time they didn’t flash lightning, but they revealed the sun beneath the cumulonimbus clouds, just as after the storm. I grabbed her hands and finally asked one thing to her.
“Can we be friends?”
A Girl with Gray Eyes(G. Nisa Nur Saygili)
G. Nisa Nur Saygili
A Girl with Grey Eyes
Sunlight touched my eyelids and forced me to wake up with my stupid alarm clock. I let out a huge yawn, stretched my body gently. Today was the 15th of September, which was the beginning of my college. I wasn’t going to be my callow freshman self this year. I was an experienced second year now, I couldn’t wait to have some fun with freshmen. It was turning 08:30 A.M., and If I act slowly like that, I was going to be late. Soon, I wore my jacket and went out.
Finally, I arrived in class. Everyone I knew was here alongside with the second years I didn’t see before. Roy and Andrew noticed me and gave me high fives.
“Hey, bro!” said Roy with a side hug. “It’s so nice to see you.”
“Hi, dude. It’s nice to see you too.” I replied.
“Don’t you forget something?” Andrew joined us; his arms were open.
I gave him a quick embrace and greeted him. Then, we sat at our desks, began to wait for the tutor. Every inch of the classroom filled with other people’s voices.
“So, what did you do on your vacation?” asked Roy.
“Nothing actually just travelled to our old family beach. You?”
“I met with a hottie man. You got to see her.”
“You? Meeting with a beautiful girl?” said Andrew, almost crying out of laughter. “Impossible!”
“Quit it, dude. Of course, he can!” I tried to calm him.
“Y-Yeah. We saw the last ‘ravishing beauty’ he showed us.”
Before I can respond, a squeak from the door was heard. I looked at that direction and encountered the most piercing view in my life. It was a glance but no ordinary one; it was cold as an iron, electrifying like a thundercloud yet graceful like silver. Time hanged me in a brief moment of seconds. She turned her back and her black hair of cashmere swung side to side.
My jaw dropped. I stayed like a statue for a long while. I jumped to reality by my friend’s touch.
“Eric, are you OK?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” I shook my head.
“Guys, this is the girl I told you,” said Roy, nudging Andrew.
“Who is this?” I asked in an awestruck tone.
“Her name is Lisa. She just transferred to our college.”
She really was interesting. I couldn’t remove the image of those silver eyes from my mind. They were framed by light almond shaped lids. She seemed distant like an alien to this country. From that day I began to watch her closely.
* * *
A week passed from this incident; however, I couldn’t speak a word. I didn’t know why, but I was afraid of forged by these iron glances. Every time I saw her she was either listening music or sitting by herself. Without talking to anyone. Roy and Andrew were already teasing my fright, and it wasn’t helping me at all.
In one of the cultural studies' lesson, I heard her voice for the first time. She expressed her opinion about Gramsci’s popular culture definition. Her voice wasn’t silky or raspy. Instead, it was very melodic as a Siren’s song. My heart skipped a beat after that; I felt my cheeks burn as a wildfire and started to fan myself with a hand.
I again met by those silver glances, but they were looking at me oddly. I turned my head and buried it in my book. Why was I acting like that? She seemed like a normal girl with grey eyes that was all. I mean, my friends kept telling me that I was a shy type; however, why was I becoming so defenceless in front of her? My brain burnt with these questions.
Weeks chased weeks, and I still couldn’t bear to talk with her. Now even Roy was thinking of leaving her to me and desired to see us as friends, but it was easy to wish. Should she see an Eric sculpture instead of a person? No, it was better just observing her from afar. Only seeing me was enough to calm me now, and I didn’t want to lose this sensation.
When I was going to my prose lecture, I heard a faint moan. At the corner, there was a familiar face. It was Lisa, and she was sobbing to herself. I took a deep sigh, approached her then, I did my very first actual conversation with her.
“A-Are y-you a-alright?” I muttered.
“Hm?” she rose her head and looked at me. “Oh, it’s you.”
“H-Hi, my name is Eric. Yours is Lisa right?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Could you tell me why are you crying?” I inquired. “I mean if it won’t bother you.”
“I-It’s nothing. Just my family is tearing apart.”
“W-What happened to them?”
“They are divorcing, and my dad isn’t going to see my little sister Sally anymore,” she replied, almost as a whisper.
I didn’t know what was occurring to me at that moment; however, I embraced her tightly. My feelings had brewed inside me and were pouring themselves into the glass of hearts. She looked at me with those grey eyes. This time they didn’t flash lightning, but they revealed the sun beneath the cumulonimbus clouds, just as after the storm. I grabbed her hands and finally asked one thing to her.
“Can we be friends?”
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