Blinded Sight

§ fifty §

She ran

and ran

away from the library,

from the school,

and from you,

her bag held tight in her clutch.

She heard footsteps behind her.

Maybe it's someone else,

she tried to convince herself.

"Faye! Wait!"

[ No. I can't face him. Or anyone. Not now. ]

"Faye, stop running.

I'm... so...,"

he panted,

trying to catch his breath.

She stopped in her tracks

and turned to face him.

His cheek was still red

from the slap she had given him

accidentally.

"Faye...

you don't look like it

but you can slap.

It must've really hurt when you hit him,"

he said, cupping his cheek.

She laughed through her tears.

"How--"

"I heard from around."

"Hm."

Silence.

"Why did you--"

"I thought it would be him.

Sorry,"

she said, sniffling.

"It's okay...

Hey, you okay?"

She didn't notice

how close he was.

"Hey, why're you crying?

Is it him?"

She nodded.

"Don't cry over him, love.

He doesn't deserve it."

He tilted her chin upwards

so she was looking right at his eyes.

"Warm," she blurted out.

He smiled a Camden smile. "What?"

"Your eyes," she said, "they look so warm."

"Uh...thanks...?"

She laughed.

Why was she always so

happy

when she was with him?

"I have an idea," he suddenly said,

"to make you feel better.

Come on."

He held her hand in his

and pulled her towards his car.

She smiled and decided

that this time would be different from the others.

He is different from the others.

∞

dedicated to Mymouna143 for being so amazing ;)

--y