She stared at the white patches taped over his eyes. The corners were stained with a tinted- brown. His dried blood. Tears escaped her eyes, making her feel worse. She realized that he would never be able to cry again. If you couldn't cry could you even feel anything at all?

Isaac moaned, rolling over. This was the first sign that he was okay since the surgery. Monica sighed, the thought of being blind forever, depressing her. Lately, her thoughts had become overwhelming; they surged forward almost to the point of complete explosion. There was one question that throbbed in the back of her mind.

Would she ever be able to love a blind man?

Isaac sat up, gently yanking the cords that pierced his skin. In a sort of daze, he imagined how the room looked. The walls were white, a single portrait of pink carnations hanging above the bed. A tiny window allowed light to infiltrate the room. A television hung on the center of the wall, opposite Isaac's hospital bed. More things he would never see ever again.

"Monica," Isaac let out, the word cracking. She rushed to him, grabbing him gently. She could feel his weak muscles strain as he turned to face her.

Her whisper silenced the air, "I'm here, Isaac. How are you feeling?"

"Well, I have cords filled with blood entering my skin, I can't really move my body, and I have glass eyes in my head. Other than that, I'm just peachy."

She couldn't find a response. How do you console someone who just went through one of the most traumatizing experiences of their life.

"Monica?" Isaac called, pulling her back to Earth. All she wanted was to be allowed to continue floating in space.

"Yes?"

"How are you feeling?" He said it, sincere concern apparent in his voice. All she could do was peer at him, hoping that the question was rhetorical.

Waiting a few more minutes, she replied, "I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Of our future…. Our past. Everything that happens becomes just a memory in the next instant. Your memories have no picture to them. You can imagine what happened, but will never actually know. Doesn't that cause you pain? Honestly, which is worse: being born without sight, never knowing what anything looked like, or losing your sight and knowing you will never again see what you once saw before?" At this point, her sobs began to fill the room.

"I've never had to deal without having sight since birth, so I wouldn't know. But, as they say, isn't it better to have love and lost, than to never have loved at all?"

Her sobs lightened slightly. She wanted to tell Isaac that he rally was blind if he couldn't even read her emotions. Instead, she kept her mouth shut.

"Monica? Always?" He pushed her hair back behind her dainty ears.

"Al—always." The words fell out in a stutter. She walked out of the room then, gently shutting the door behind her.

Augustus questioned, "So she would rather kill herself than break up with a blind man? All because of pride? If she considers herself confused, then you're a lost soul."

Hazel hugged Isaac tighter, feeling his pain, trying to console him.

Finally, Isaac moaned out, "It was not my eyes that were blinded, but also my heart. It is not better to have loved and lost when they lost themselves on the way." Finishing, he picked up his controller and threw it, blocking out Max Mayhem and the rest of the world.