DAXTON
My firecracker was like a loaded gun. She stood in front of me, drying my hair with a hairdryer, and even though I couldn't see her, I knew she was stealing glances at me. She was severely tense and had been that way since I deliriously confessed my feelings to her. At first, I didn't remember doing it. But eventually, I did. And now, I was wondering if I'd made a mistake.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and she flinched. She must've been lost in thought.
She pushed my hair away from my face, her fingers lightly stroking the strands.
"Are you really blind?" She asked, and I resisted the urge to smirk.
My vision was a little clearer than yesterday. Just a faint blur of shapes and light, but I could sense her better than she realized.
And I knew that in no time, my eyesight would heal
