Blinded Sight

§ thirty §

You have been more...

protective

of her the past few days.

He wouldn't sit at her table anymore,

not when you were there.

[ I miss him. ]

At some point in those few days,

Ryder came by her lunch table.

"'Ello, miss Faye! You

are looking gorgeous today,"

he said in a terrible British accent.

[ Never have I wanted to stab someone with a fork so badly. ]

"What do you want Ryder?"

"Oh, y'know, just wanted to check

on my friend and his bitch."

You almost snarled at him.

"Just leave, Ryder,

before you get us both in trouble."

He had walked away then.

[ What am I doing that makes me such a slut to them? ]

[ Being with you? ]

She looked to you then,

confused.

Are you really the light,

her way out of this darkness

she has trapped herself in,

or are you just d  her
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deeper and deeper

into the darkness?

[ Please tell me, because I always fail to see the light. ]

[ Maybe I'm not misguided, just blind. ]