Blinded Sight

§ forty-one §

"This is all your fault."

He pulled away from her,

the p a i n evident in his eyes.

"What?"

"This is all your fault.

None of this would have happened

if it weren't for your stupid smile

and your stupid words

that I believed like the idiot I was."

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you just playing with me?

You think it's funny?"

"Wha-"

"Do you do that to all the girls who are

as hopeless

as me?

Tell me you like me,

then kiss other girls the next!?"

Although the music from the party

was deafening,

everything seemed so quiet

and the world felt as if it were at a

s t a n d s t i l l .

"Faye, I--"

"No!"

she shouted.

She looked down at her wrist

and although you had

only touched her wrist,

she felt wrong.

She felt terrible,

as if your hands had touched her

everywhere.

"I don't want to hear it,"

she whispered,

her voice b re ak in g.

"Okay.

At least let me take you home."

She looked at him then

and she wished she didn't.

She had never seen so much pain

in one's eyes.

"Okay."