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Danny’s eyes were odd.
It wasn’t something anyone commented on, but it was something everyone knew. It was difficult to miss. Whenever he made eye contact with someone, they’d notice how unsettling they were immediately.
They looked lifeless. There was no other way to describe it.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a corpse? It’s like that. Nothing is actually wrong with them per se, at least not anything you could pinpoint or explain, but there’s just something about them. Glassy. Unfocused. Lifeless. Undeniably dead.
And that’s how Danny’s eyes looked. Dead.
But there was one exception. One point in time when his eyes didn’t look dead. One time when his eyes looked very much alive. It was when he was a ghost.
When he was a ghost, his eyes didn’t just glow green. They glowed with the unique glow of life. His eyes were full of life. And they were brimming with energy, his eye bags and constantly visible fatigue seemingly dissipating.
That was the opposite of how it was supposed to go. Ghosts’ eyes were supposed to look dead, and the eyes of the living were supposed to look alive. But that wasn’t how it worked for Danny.
He never noticed how strange his eyes were. But everyone else did.