Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

You Don't Have To Explain

You looked at the box. 

At Roger. 

All around. 

Tears streamed down your face as you took in all the blurs. 

The blurriness you've been seeing for the past days. 

The blurriness you may see forever. 

Or would you? Would it go away? Would it get better? 

Only time would tell. 

It killed you. 

It ate you up inside. 

It was the thing you layed in bed every night for the past two nights thinking about. 

You couldn't know. It was impossible to know. 

There were glasses, but your vision was damaged so badly, would glasses do anything? 

You hated glasses. The remembering them. Always having to wear them. 

You didn't want to be dependent on something like a piece of plastic with something so big as your vision. 

The thing you used for years. 

You took advantage of seeing. 

You didn't realize how nice was to not need glasses and depend on something to enjoy life. 

"Y/N?" Roger asked. 

You didn't say anything.

You didn't want the supposed happiest day of your life to be ruined by your dumb vision problem. 

You wanted to see Roger when you were getting married. 

You wanted to see your wedding dress and take in every single detail of all your options to buy the perfect dress. 

You wanted to see the sea of happy faces when someone weds you to your love.

Your mom and dad.

Your Grandma. You're single grandma that against all the odds, lived to see your day and see your children.

Your aunts and uncles, old now, young once. You remembered your aunts wedding to her wife. Your other aunt. It was so beautiful. You were only 14 at the time but you remembered it so vibrantly.

You wanted to see clearly this moment of time. 

You wanted to see every hair on top of Roger's head. 

His bright blue eyes. 

His hand holding the box. 

The detail of the ring. 

"You don't wanna marry me do you?"

"It's just-"

"You don't have to explain." Roger said standing up.

"You should leave," he added politely.

"No Roger, I just-"

"Please I really don't want to hear it." You could hear the sadness in his voice making it crack.

"WOULD YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME PLEASE!" You yelled, getting annoyed. 

He didn't say anything.

"I want to marry you. I've always wanted to marry you! I fucking love you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I've waited for this moment, not knowing it would come so soon but I've wanted this moment of you to propose for months!"

"But," he said coldly.

"But I want to see you when I marry you. I don't want to stare at some fucking blurry figure of you. I love you no matter what I can see but I want to see you when I say "I do" I need to see you. I can't live my entire life without seeing you again in clarity."

"Really?" he asked stepping closer.

"I just want to see you again." tears came pouring down your face. 

He came over and pulled you into a hug. His warmness comforting you.

"I'm scared, Rog."

"It's ok," he said, his hands holding you as you wrapped yours around him.