Blind ✹ Jaspar

Seven

"Alright, everyone... Get ready!" Dan said. The bouquet left his hands and went flying into the air until it landed in someone's hands.

"Congratulations!" Everyone started saying.

Who caught it?

I looked down to see the bouquet in my hands.

I caught it..... Wow...

I looked at Caspar, who was smiling at me, clapping. In a sudden jolt, I took Caspar's hand and ran off with him.

/

"Joe! Joe, what are you doing?" Caspar yelled.

"Do you have a letter for me?" I said.

"Why?"

"Just answer....." I said, hoping for at least one part of my dream to come true. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"Here...." He whispered. I looked him in the eyes, trying not to cry. "I don't know how you knew I had it..."

"I had a dream when I collapsed at Dan and Phil's party..." I said, and sat in the grass. "It was.... Too real..."

"What was it about?" Caspar said, sitting by me.

"You...." I said, tearing up. "You were diagnosed with retinoblastoma.." Caspar sighed, wrapping his arm around me.

"I can assure you, I'm healthy.." He smiled. I turned to look at him, feeling an overwhelming urge to ravage him. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt his fingers wipe them away.

"You had a tumor... And the cancer kept spreading... You were losing your eyesight..." I said. "I was scared... I was scared you wouldn't be able to see me."

"I'm not losing my eyesight right now, Joe.." He smiled. "It was just a dream."

"Then how'd I know about the note?"

"I don't know....." Caspar said. "I guess you may have seen it."

"I never saw it.... I knew it was for me. I knew you wrote it for me.." I said in whispered tone.

"What are you trying to say?" Caspar said, taking his arm away.

Don't do it.... Sugg, don't do it... You're straight. It was just a dream.

"I don't want to lose you...." I said. "I was hoping I'd catch that bouquet..."

"Do you have a girl in mind?" Caspar asked.

"Not exactly...."

Fucking hell, just kiss him.

We sat there, looking longingly into each other's eyes. His hands were propping him up. If either one of us moved the slightest bit, our hands would touch.

Do I want them to touch? No... Yes.. Yes I do. The dream was not just a dream. It was a wake up call.

"Joe?" He said, looking down at our hands. I had moved my hand to hold his own.

Are you gonna kiss him, or......?

"Sorry..." I said, moving my hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I think I've gone mad...." I said.

/

After the wedding and party, we went home. I went straight to my bedroom, and cried.

What on earth is wrong with me? Have I lost it? Does the letter say anything of importance?

"Joe?" I heard Caspar say from outside. "May I come in?" I pretended to be asleep. "Well, I'm coming in.."