blind

time to tell

"Grayson, I have something I need to tell you."

"Anything," he says, caressing my cheek.

"I'm getting surgery in 3 days. I'm finally going to be able to see."

"I keep on forgetting."

"Forgetting what?" I ask.

"Forgetting that you're blind. Billie, you're so beautiful and it's sad because you don't know that. I keep getting distracted by you, and I don't remember that you can't see. And I'm happy that you can finally look in the mirror."

And I kiss him. 

 a vague description of kissing grayson

Our tongues have fallen madly in love, gotten married and moved to Paris.

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I tell Ethan the news.