29 November 2012
Her vision faded. As it did so, she caught a final glimpse of the blonde haired, blue eyed boy she called her love. And as she woke up on the soft hospital bed, his was the first voice to make itself known.
She couldn't see him. Her eyes were covered by bandages, but what she saw was a new kind of darkness. It wasn't as if she'd simply closed her eyes and could see the few specks of white that hang around occasionally after closing one's eyes. No, instead, the darkness was total and all she could (not) see was complete, opaque blackness.
Then the soft touch of hands as their fingers interlocked and she heard the muffled sniffs of her sobbing sweetheart. As she spoke, she could feel the slowly loosening grip on her hand and he relaxed and leaned into the crook of her neck.
"I can't see you."
"No. You can't."
"I want to see you."
"You can't."
Can't. The word tumbled around her mind, slamming against the boundaries of her imagination, wishing to break out but with no success. The thought that she can't, not won't. Can't. She can't see him. She can't see the beauty that surrounded her anymore.
His smile. She missed that the most.
Opuss № I