White Lies | ✔

|5|

"Just kidding!" She announced between fits of laughter.

"Now, look at you! Raven, your expression is so priceless!" She continued before letting out another mirthful laughter.

I opened my mouth then quickly shook head to overcome my still stunned shape.

"The fuck?" Those words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.

"You're so adorable," She smoothly conveyed, resting her body on top of me.

I convulsed for a moment, feeling the building heat on my lower body.

"Get off me," I demanded with enough jeopardy apparent in my voice.

"What if I won't?" She teased trailing her hands on my arms.

"Then you're provoking me to do something you'll regret later," I warned, my voice stone.

Instead of being frightened, she chuckled lightly before rolling to my side.

"You're such a killjoy. But seeing your expression like that give me enough satisfaction," she muttered pleasingly.

I sat right up, ignoring what had happened, and at the same time the sudden smack in my gut.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"They went off to give us quality time," she stated with a hint of smile in her voice.

I raised both my eyebrows and shrugged.

"Hey, I'm making you laugh!"

"Nothing seemed funny."

"Whatever."

I let silence filled the room and tried to forget the presence of the restless egg beside me. She started talking for the time being and I didn't bother to listen.

Where on earth is Aunt Daisy? Why did she left me with this sicko lurking in my room?

"Right?" I turned my attention at someone who's been tugging my shirt.

"You felt lonely being blind right?" Stephanie repeated.

"No." I answered curtly. "I can live with it anyway," I added compensating for the lie I just made.

"Woah. Really? That's so inspirational!" She shrieked out of enthusiasm.

"Inspirational?" I mused.

"Yup. You know Helen Keller? She's an example," I nodded slowly on her thought.

Indeed. Helen Keller is the girl who is deaf and blind at the same time. But her handicap doesn't stop her from achieving what she wanted in life. To put it simply, Helen take her disability into advantage and utilize the skills and talents she have.

"In my case, it goes the other way. I don't have the capacity to write books and join those tear-jerking motivational activities," I shrugged.

"It doesn't make any difference," she replied, copying my tone.

"It does."

"Of course not," she countered, "Being called inspirational doesn't necessarily need tons of achievements and millions of fans. But instead, it only takes a handful of experiences from the journey that God had chosen for you to take."

A moment of silence fell upon us letting me absorb every word she had said.

"Basically, being alive despite the hardships of your incapabilities is quite inspirational enough," she pointed out.

--

Later that night, Stephanie's words are still reverberating in my head as I lay flatly on my bed.

She caught me off guard and I ended the conversation without saying anything. At that particular moment, I honestly don't know what to say while my emotions are running amok.

And tonight as I ease myself to sleep, I felt strange thinking that my life in darkness wasn't that bad after all.