the recovery project [2]

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fiona

"breakfast is served," she sets the tray with eggs and pancakes into elijah's lap with a smile. he moves aside so she can sit next to him as they share their meal.

"some things will be hard for me to do," he says out of nowhere, having to clear his throat for a minute so he can talk clearer. "i won't be able to treat you like other guys do with cool dates and trips to places you've never been. i won't be able to pick out the best jewelry for you or your favorite flower. i can't make you breakfast that well unless it's toast, and i can't really tell sometimes if you're upset, but i try to pick up on it."

"elijah," she squeezes his hand and leans her head on his shoulder. "i like you for who you are. i don't care that you can't do everything perfectly like someone that isn't blind. your disability won't stop me from feeling what i do."

he runs a hand through his red hair and nuzzles against her.