[SEQUEL TO ONE NIGHT//COLBY BROCK] But who's counting? Who's counting all of those lonely nights and tiny meanings to the tiniest things? Who's counting all the times I had turned down expirences and forgot to make memories? Who was counting the months, the days, the hours or the minutes that I had spent without you?

#1 in Colby Brock Fanfiction ( THANK YOU FOR 1 MILLION) [100+ CHAPTERS] No flower. No sunset. No moment can be more beautiful than she was. I will admit, at first. It was the smile and the eyes that got me. I adored her for how she looked. But I fell in love with how she looked at everything else.

PART ONE: BLURRED What would you do if you woke up blind? For Kendall Jax, this was a question that had never crossed her mind--it hadn't needed to. She had a perfectly planned out future, a loving family, a group of genuine friends, and grades to get her into just about any college she pleased. Nothing could change that, right? But what happens when she's wrong? When her life seems to crumble and shatter around her, Kendall must place her trust in a boy she met on a once in a lifetime chance as he teaches her that vision isn't everything and that maybe--just maybe--she doesn't really need sight to see. - PART TWO: CLARITY I wasn't even expected to survive at the beginning of this all. And now, here I am, trying to determine my future. It had seemed so easy in the past when I had a talent and a passion. But now all I had was a passion while talent eluded me. What is there for a blind girl in this world? What was I even going to do? Great big things, I found. Great big things.

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"