Blinded Sight

§ twenty-five §

"Y'know, you should

stop trying to walk away from me,"

he said, catching up with her.

She looked down at

the ground bashfully.

"Yeah."

"Here."

He handed her a paper bag,

containing her food.

"You don't have to starve

yourself to be beautiful,

you already are.

I'm not telling you

what to do,

I'm just saying because

I c a r e ."

"No you don't."

She bit her lip, trying

to keep her tears from

f

a

l

l

i

n

g

.

"You just say I'm beautiful

because I wore makeup today.

You say you care, but you

only

pity

me."

"Why do you think so low

of yourself?

Do you really think I

pity you?

I care, and I mean it.

You are beautiful, and I

don't just mean appearance-wise."

He looked at her then,

his warm brown eyes earnest,

hers over
                flow
                        ing
with tears.

He wiped her tears away, saying,

"I care, alright?

If you can't see that,

then I'll make you see it,

okay?"

"Okay."

∞

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