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βVision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.β
- Jonathan Swift
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You had always thought that Arthur's eyes were beautiful. They were endless pools of blue, stretching out like the sea and turning into a seafoam green the further in. Around his pupil was a thin ring of gold and a dark one around the edge of his iris.
His eyelashes were long and surprisingly dark for how light his hair was. Fine lines dragged from the corner of his eyes downwards for about five centimetres. They reminded you of how happy he usually is when you're around even when he's in a bad mood.
You still loved Arthur's eyes when purple circles formed under them. Guarma had taken a toll on him, of that you were very aware, but it was more than that. His tiredness went beyond what a bad night or even a bad week could do.
He told you a week after his diagnosis. His deteriorating health was unbearably and embarrassingly noticeable by now. He was coughing and wheezing all the time and could barely get any rest at night.
"Arthur?"
He had zoned out again. He did that a lot recently. "Hm?"
You took his hand in yours and whispered: "I love you."
"I love you too," he coughed, covering his mouth and leaning as far away from you as he could.
You put a hand on his back and rubbed comfortingly. Finally, after about a minute, he swallowed dryly and turned to the sunset. You wrapped your arm around him and pretended not to notice the blood in the grass.
"I will always love, Arthur," you said, "even when you're dead."
He hugged you back, carefully, and put his chin on your head. "I'll love you too," he answered, "even when I'm dead."
βVision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.β
- Jonathan Swift
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βThe aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.β
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