Eyespots
by Shannon FayNovember 23, 2020
She was the only other girl in Entomology 101. When it came time for introductions, she smiled widely and said: "Hello, Earthlings. I'm Aurea, from the Antennae Galaxy."
"She's a weirdo," Mark G. said a week later. "Even when we were on a date, she kept up the whole alien schtick."
"Mark G. and I went on a date?" Aurea said when I asked her about it. "That's news to me!"
She laughed. She was so beautiful. The guys were always trying to get close but she only made space for me.
"Clara, why are you in Entomology 101?" she asked. "You're a creative writing major, correct?"
"Well, Nabokov loved butterflies, and if it was good enough for him...." Lepidopterology. Even the word sounded Nabokovian. "How about you?"
"I wanted to study exobiology through primary sources." Her textbook was open to a diagram of a butterfly. She tapped the eyespots on its wings. "I have those too, you know."
"Oh?"
She pointed to one eye then the other. I laughed.
"Wow, I thought those were real eyes!"
"I know. Pretty good, right?"
She never once dropped the act of being anything but Aurea the alien. At first it was cute, but as the semester went on I grew frustrated--unreliable narrators are far less charming in real life than they are in fiction. I could understand wanting to scare the boys away, but couldn't she let me in? Was I just another nuisance, an annoyance to be kept at arm's length? Is that why she made this sci-fi cover story?
"Is this all one big eyespot?" I asked her one day. We were hanging out in her dorm room and Aurea had been talking about how she was going to travel back to her home world over winter break. "If you don't want to tell me about yourself that's fine, but I can't keep doing this anymore."
Aurea stopped. She sat up, took one hand in hers while her other hand wiped away the tears on my cheek. "You are special to me, Clara. I swear, that's true." She leaned in and I almost met her halfway for the kiss--God knows I wanted to. But I stopped her.
"Then tell me the truth," I said. "The truth about you."
Aurea paused in thought then smiled.
"How about I show you instead?"
She opened her real eyes.
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