Her Eyes.
Once again, she sits in her wheel chair, watching, waiting for him to look at her, to acknowledge she is there. He never turns, never shifts his mind from that girl, the girl he lost three years ago. She had also lost. The one who had named her, who had given her life, given her his love, Dominique. He was dead, and so was she, Eureka. Now it was just her and him, Anemone and Renton, but he never sees her.
Alone he sits on that hill, the place where it all began, and fills his mind with lies. 'She'll come back'. 'She's not gone'. He deludes himself with these thoughts. His plight has touched her heart, but she cannot break through to his. She wants nothing more than to place a hand on his shoulder in comfort, in love, but he would turn away. That girl is all he cares about, all he thinks about. It has driven him mad. He no longer cares for the children she left behind, or those who took him in.
The breeze blows his hair back, he looks so handsome, but she has no hope with him. So much like Dominique had been, yet so different. Her heart breaks to see him like this, but there is nothing she can do. The sorrow is the same, day after day. She calls to him this time, but he doesn't respond, she should have known. The gloom of her life has become to much to bear today. She wheels herself away, but she knows she will be back tomorrow.
The days pass like they always do, never does he change, never does he move. He is a statue of sorrow, and sculpture of pain, and it rends her heart the same today as always. But today, something is different. Today, there is a voice in the breeze. It speaks to him, unheard by the girl, by the world. It speaks to him of life, of love. It shows him the truth, that she is gone. It whispers to him the secrets of his heart and lays bear to him his folly. It leaves him to himself, now changed.
She notices a difference, a minute change in the way he sits. The tears in his eyes call to her. She rushes to his side and falls to the ground, desperate to comfort, to help his broken heart. He turns to her, something she never hoped to see, and helps her back to her chair. They look at each other and a smile creeps to his mouth, not large, but it is the first she has seen. Her heart leaps, she has finally made it to that day.
Now words are said, but each knows what is to come. For now however, he must still let that girl go. He looks at her, and smiles again, she is so much like that girl, but yet something else all the same. He can see it in her eyes...she is the one to bring him home, to bring him back to himself. She is his mender and his redeemer. He can't help but find comfort with her, she too knows his pain. He supposes it was only natural this happen, but he is happy all the same. As he sleeps that night, back in his home, he can think of only one things...her eyes, the eyes of hi future.