Blinded Sight

§ fifty-seven §

"Hi."

He looked at her

with half-shut eyes.

"Faye? Why are you..."

- he yawned -

"...still up? What's wrong?"

She wrapped her arms

around his waist.

"My dad. He came home today."

He opened the door wider,

now seeming fully awake.

"Come in."

§

They sat there on his roof,

taking in the past few minutes

in which she told him

the events of her day.

"You do trust your dad, don't you?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

"He really loves her.

He believes she can change."

"What about you?

Do you believe in her?"

"I guess. I mean,

she already agreed

to stop drinking and start going

to therapy tomorrow.

That all happened because of Dad."

"Okay...

But there's nothing wrong, right?

You weren't hurt or anything?"

She smiled. "No."

"Okay."

They were silent for a moment.

Two moments.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"What is?"

She looked up at him then,

leaning into him a little more.

"How one person can affect someone

so greatly."

[ She affected me so greatly. ]

[ She still does. ]

"Yeah," she whispered,

looking to the starry night

- technically morning - sky.

They watched the stars together.

∞

for those who are confused, she went to cam's house in the middle of the night seeking comfort. why? because i said so. or wrote so. whatevz.

dedication to StarcoLover99 for her support :)

--y