show me the world // l.p. // on hold

02

☼ ѕнow мe тнe world ☼

☾lιaм payne ☽

☼ 02 ☼

☾liam's pov ☽

Two months have passed since Indie went blind. She still cannot see. I am scared she is forgetting what I look like. But I am also too scared to ask her if she remembers the color of my eyes, or the birthmark on my neck.

I am living in her house now, which is, thankfully, only 27 (I counted) minutes from the complex I previously shared with the boys before her.

We sleep in the same bed, but it is nothing like that, no matter how much I want to be. I cannot be selfish, especially when it comes to her. She lost her vision, and I am the only person she has. I cannot force her to make that decision. 

But she is beautiful, oh so beautiful. And I love her.

I have loved her since the day I saved her. 

I was born to love her. 

I want nothing more than to hold her and call her mine and never let her go, because she is my soulmate.

I feel so much when I'm with her.

Do you ever just look at someone, and just know? Know that you belong together, and even if it isn't forever, that you just do? That in another life, you were with them? 

Because I do. I feel that with her. 

I feel like that, in another life, she was mine and I was hers just as much. Maybe we had some tragic ending, and were given another chance. Because I feel like I've known her for years and years.

I don't know if it is normal to feel like this, but I don't ever not want to feel this way again. 

Everything about her is sheer perfection. 

She looks delicate, like a tiny little daisy, but she is so tough, and stronger than I will ever be. Without me, she could make it, but without her, I wouldn't. Couldn't.

When I wake up, she is still asleep. I am holding her long willowy frame and she grips my fingers tightly. Our hands are sweaty, but I don't really mind. Not with her. Her red lips are just barely parted and I want to kiss them, so, so bad. They look soft and tender and my heart beats faster and faster the more I stare. 

One thing about Indie that makes it hard not to stare, is that she doesn't wear a lot of clothes. At least, by my standards. 

But she's not a whore. If someone ever called her that, I'd probably clock them as hard as I could.

She is just wearing a black tank top that barely covers her belly button, and delicate pink underwear. Her legs are bare and white, pressed against me like we are lovers, although we are not.

It is just then that I feel my hand on her waist.

I don't know how long it is before she wakes up, because spending eternity looking at her would not be enough.  

"Li?" is the first thing she asks.

"Yeah, sunshine?"

She smiles a little. She loves it when I call her sunshine.

"I can't get out because youre holding me." She says, smiling wider.

My face becomes hot. I am glad she does not see it.

"Sorry..." I mutter, sheepish.

I move my arm out from under her, and when she moves away, I feel an absence. 

"C'mon!" She says, and holds out her hand for me to grab. I hold it, and I get up out of the bed.

We brush our teeth, and wash our faces, and I let her use the bathroom before me. Then we head to her closet where she stands with her tank top off, and only in her little pink panties and black lace bra. I should be used to this by now, as I see her like this every day, but she is so unearthly stunning.

"What do you wanna wear today, sunshine?" 

She thinks. 

"Do you see the little black crop top with the sunflower on it?"

"Yup."

"And I want the black circle skirt."

"What's a circle skirt?"

"The one that flares out." She explains.

I grab the sunflower top and her skirt and I let her grab her own bra and panties out of her little bin of undergarments.

I turn away when she changes, but she says she doesn't mind if I look. I know, however, that if I see her like that, I will not be able to resist. 

While she is putting on her skirt, I change out of my pajamas into a tee shirt and just a plain pair of jeans. 

She waits for me before she leaves the closet, and skips ahead in front of me. Her skirt is so little and short that I can see her behind and the little red thong she chose to wear underneath.

She is so very tempting.

I want to grab her and kiss her until I can't, and I want her to know that I love her more than anything and that I want more than anything for her to be mine, and only mine. 

Indianna Samuels,

I love you.

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She is so beautiful. She shines brighter than anything I have ever seen.

Her skin is glowing heavenly in the sunlight, like a ring of light surrounds her.

She is stunning, much more than any girl I have ever seen. 

Her she hides her eyes with black Raybans in public, but I can only imagine how beautiful her green eyes would look under this light.

I cannot imagine life without her anymore. 

Every day is both a blessing and a disappointment.

I love waking up next to her, but every day she wakes up, she still cannot see.

She tries to make it look like she does not care as much as she does, but I can see it in her. She goes to sleep with hope that she can see, and she is never able to.

And it hurts. Not only Indie, but me. It hurts to see her struggle.

She spins, and her skirt lifts up higher. I can tell she loves the sun by the expression on her face. She loves the warmth, and I love her.

More than she loves sunlight, or her crop tops, or more than she could ever love me.

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chapter two yay

i ship lindie so hard though omg k bye

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lissy