Violet went home that night with pictures flowing through her head. She hadn't remembered what anything looked like until now. Before, she would have to try so hard to remember. So hard.
Louis had become her eyes. He made everything clear for her. He radiated the black and solitary cave she had been chosen to inhabit with no way out.
Violet didn't blame anyone for her disability. Remarkably, she was happy, unlike some others who had chosen to live a sad life made up of self pity. She knew that even though her physical eyes could never visualize the naked earth, she had gotten the chance to see. In a sense, she thought of Louis as blind. He was missing that one awareness of how extraordinary life can be. Violet felt an indescribable determination to have Louis find himself.
-time elapse-
Louis had asked Violet if he could come over to her house. She said no, because she wanted to go to the railroad again. He said that they'd go there again soon.
He pestered her for days with borderline immature and childlike whines that finally got her to give in.
“It's a date,” were his final words.
That night was so special. It made them feel special, something that nothing else could do.
The activities preformed that night premiered with the episode of Louis burning a once in shape roast turkey followed by a homemade souffle. The scorched dinner still emitted scents as Violet reminisced afterwords. The result of spilled punch could be felt on the vintage couch as the two laughed and talked about everything and nothing until their mouths hurt from using the majority of their muscle to move in activity.
Another event that took place was teaching Louis how to read in brail. He gave up because he said his mind was rubbish. Violet shook her head laughing, and Louis had a smile that crinkled his luminous eyes.
They decided to take a different approach at a memory making experience between them. The two pushed the couch with the bright cherry-red stain over to the the wall, and soft, cushioned blankets were layered on the worn wood flooring. Pillows went on for countless miles, it seemed. Once everything was settled, the two laid down together and Violet put her head on Louis' chest. It vibrated with syncopation as he sang familiar songs in her ear to warm her heart. What his mind unintentionally forgot about was that while he was trying to make her happy, the feeling was reciprocated, and they became each other's happiness. Violet eventually joined in with harmonies, and the two began to recognize what sappy, head-over-heals idiots they had become in the name of love.
Perhaps the most electrically charged of the events was the presence of a kiss. Violet gently stroked Louis' face as they got on the subject of a serious topic, depression. His depression. He was stopped mid sentence as Violet touched her lips against his with delicate consciousness. She pulled away promptly out of fear that Louis wasn't ready, that he was too sad. This was not the case.
“Violet?”
“Yes, Louis?”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“To help you see.”
author's note:
just wanted to thank you all for your support, reads, comments, votes, ect. i know this chapter is short, and i'm sorry for that, but i think the updates will get longer.
adore you all to bits and pieces.x
