sábado, 20 de octubre de 2012
martes, 16 de octubre de 2012
domingo, 22 de enero de 2012
martes, 3 de enero de 2012
How to save a life.
“I just don’t want… I can’t…” He took a deep shuddering breath and pulled away from the embrace. “It feels like I’m losing my sight,” he said and turned away from her, drying his face with the back of his hand.
“It’s like when you’re born blind,” Tom muttered, eyes on a painting that hung in the hallway next to the door to her office. “You’re born blind so that’s all you know. The world is all black, but it’s okay because you don’t know anything else. You might try a few cures, mostly because people tell you to, but it never changes the way you feel about being blind, that you’re alright with it. But then you wake up one day.” He swallowed and his eyes flickered towards the door, to where Bill sat. “You wake up one morning and you can see. At first it’s terrifying, because it’s new and unfamiliar and it doesn’t feel safe. You want to go back to when everything was safe and dark. But then you get used to it and you… you love it. You love it so much and then…”
“You realize you’re losing him,” Anne finished softly, nodding.
“It’s not fair,” he whispered. “It’s not fair.”
“It’s like when you’re born blind,” Tom muttered, eyes on a painting that hung in the hallway next to the door to her office. “You’re born blind so that’s all you know. The world is all black, but it’s okay because you don’t know anything else. You might try a few cures, mostly because people tell you to, but it never changes the way you feel about being blind, that you’re alright with it. But then you wake up one day.” He swallowed and his eyes flickered towards the door, to where Bill sat. “You wake up one morning and you can see. At first it’s terrifying, because it’s new and unfamiliar and it doesn’t feel safe. You want to go back to when everything was safe and dark. But then you get used to it and you… you love it. You love it so much and then…”
“You realize you’re losing him,” Anne finished softly, nodding.
“It’s not fair,” he whispered. “It’s not fair.”
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