unbridled [completed]

fourteen: f a ç a d e .

"what's that? since when did you start wearing contact lenses, sheila?" angus tries to fill in the heavy silence between us.

"ah, a week back. went to the doc and he slammed a bloody number on my eye. negative four, to be exact."

"quite a blind bat, aren't you?" this was news to me. we shared everything- from first kisses to robbing a pair of jeans from wal-mart.

did i really know her or

just

her

f a ç a d e ?

"ouch, angus. careful with the perm." angus snorts at the intelligently hidden order.