I didn't remember when I fell asleep, but the crick in my neck and the uncomfortable shape of the couch reminded me where I had been.
I argued with Cry. I got mad at him... And he kind of deserved it if we were being honest. He had no right to ask about him. And I was still angry. And I think I had the right to be. I got up and opened my eyes, slightly alarmed at the racket I could hear coming from what seemed to be the kitchen. Bet you Cry was fucking up something again.
And I froze right as I got up.
It was very faint but I could see a bit of fuzzy whiteness coming from the right side of my left eye. I turned my head around and the color changed. What was that? Was that brown? Am I on a brown couch?
I could not stop beaming. Oh my god. It wasn't complete sight. Hell it was just a really fuzzy color, but the fact that I could see it? Holy shit.
I could feel something fluttering in my chest that I hadn't felt in weeks since my eyesight left. Hope.
I'll eventually regain my sight, I thought to myself. Probably. I just have to let myself heal.
But what if I didn't? What if this was all I was going to get? Suddenly, it was like all the hope I had just fell dissipated into nothing. My fingers tightened around the soft leather of the couch and I frowned.
"Echo..?" Cry's uncertain voice rang through the living room and I turned towards it. "Uhm. Sorry. Did I wake you?"
I shook my head, silently marvelling at the tiny bursts of blurry color I could see. I shouldn't tell Cry, right? It's not like I regained everything. No use giving him hope over something that can turn out to be nothing.
I was still angry at him but hearing him be so tentative around me and walking on eggshells to make sure he didn't fuck up with me again was bring tension back up and make things like really awkward.
Like super awkward.
Like I was getting second hand embarrassment from his second hand embarrassment. I sat there for a couple more seconds before I blurted out. "What did you drop in the kitchen?"
"Oh, that was the throwing axe."
"....Why do you have that again?"
"Drunk decisions."
"Oh yeah."
"Hey Cry..... Are we going to be okay?"
He sighed, and I heard him start to walk around to me. "I think we will, Echo. I honestly think we'll be. We just need time."
I smiled and reached out to him. We were still a bit... Well, awkward around each other, but I think we could fix this. We were going to be fine, I thought as he wrapped his arms around me. We were going to be just fine.
