neither reason nor rhyme ✓

t minus 7 days

t minus 6 days // the accident took it all away; somehow he makes her feel okay

hazel loves to paint, but can paint no more. she misses art, but finds that art can come in the form of a person. in the form of poetry, in the form of a heart.

"what color are they?" her fingers trace the soft skin around henry's eyes. 

he shivers under her touch; her cold skin somehow igniting flames where it meets his.

"i've been told they're black, but I like to think brown. a really dark brown."

"It's soft." her hand becomes entangled in bronze waves, accented by electrifying currents of gold.

"i shampooed today." his laughter isn't as light as it used to be.

"you know, I can tell when you're smiling?" thirteen days with him, and she's stuck in a twisted reality.

"how?" a strand of her long, auburn hair is loosely wrapped around his finger. despite the frosty air biting at his skin, her touch manages to linger.

"it's in your voice."

he laughs. "you're beautiful, did you know that?"

she shakes her head, causing the stray strand of hair to fall out in front of her face. henry's words usually make her laugh and smile, but this time it isn't the case.

"i'm wondering how i will look in twenty years. without sight, i won't be able to know."

his delicate fingers tilt her chin up. he can tell that for her, it's easier to breathe. it's as if the universe has taken from him and given to her, but, strangely, with it, he doesn't have a problem.

"sight isn't needed to know. the unseen beauty is often the deepest. 

the unfelt beauty is often the most modest, 

and your beauty is simply the greatest."

fire can be extinguished by water, but forever there is a drought; the flames rage on and on, raging with each touch, until one day,

it will become too much.

"how can something without sight of wonders ever contain beauty?"

"because the wonders unseen are the wonders that burn in jealousy of your value."

"they're not blind."

"they wish they were."

"blindness has no beauty."

"blindness has the greatest beauty."

"how so?"

"beauty is blind. it is unaware of its path; its destruction."

silence.

"beautiful without reason; beautiful without rhyme."