Pitch Black

Pitch Black

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He made me question every promise I had ever made to myself. He made me open up when I wouldn't even let myself in. He helped me breathe when I didn't want to anymore. He helped me see that it was okay to trust again.... Even if it was the only thing I could see. ***** "You have got to be kidding me!" I demanded, the urgency and fear in my voice became clearer with every syllable I spoke. "I'm Sorry Marissa." I heard a clink of metal and assumed he put his clipboard down. "You have Conversion Disorder." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, or maybe even both. "What the hell is that?" I folded my arms, hoping I looked tough, but inside my heart was pounding. He started to explain it but all I could think about was I'm blind. "No offense doc." I winced as I heard my voice crack on the word doc. "I think you need to test again. This is my vision, not some made up disorder!" I was starting to panic. Blind.
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"Ace...you need to let it go. I knew you were hiding something from me. When your happy, I can still see a look of guilt. You're ashamed of your actions, it runs through your mind constantly. I see it all the time. You'll be happy but at the same time you look like your in so much emotional pain" I whisper. He looked utterly shocked. "I-I..." He couldn't form his words. I wiped away his stray tear. Bringing my lips to his. It was soft and sweet. Those same flips happening in my stomach, those tingling feelings. My heart racing twice as fast. He soon responded in the kiss. As he closed his eyes a few more tears drops rolled down from his eyes. I soon closed my eyes too. Soon pulling away. "You don't need to torture yourself Ace. Let yourself be happy" I whisper. He placed his head on mine closing his eyes. I was practically straddling him. "I don't know how" He whispered. "Then let me make you happy" I say, biting my lip. He smiles. "You already do" He whispers before placing his lips on mine.

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