the recovery project [2]

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fiona

she helps elijah into his bed, sitting beside him. the once-gray and dull room has transformed into a place with pops of color from the new pillows and decoration that they added together.

"fiona?" he murmurs, hand stumbling to find hers. she takes his, heat emanating off of it. "you okay?"

"do you think we're moving too fast? do you actually... care about me that way?" she asks, eyes closed. she doesn't want to fall for the wrong person again, and doesn't want to sound like an insecure teenage girl.

"i know i may have hated you at first," he starts off. "i know that i came off as a jerk, but it was because i didn't like being treated like i needed a babysitter, and i'm sorry. the idea of you taking care of me made me feel... helpless. yet some reason though, every day you came over, i couldn't bring myself to hate you. you treat me like i'm still a person and not just pathetic excuse for a human being just because i'm blind."

she reaches over and hugs him, laying her head on his chest, the rise and fall soothing her. "you have never been a pathetic excuse for a human being."

"i never expected a relationship to form from this."

"neither did i, but i'm glad it did."

"me too."

they both fall asleep, and for once, fiona feels right.