Love is Blind
Rating: T
Summary: Slash!AU: Alfred F. Jones had long lost his sight after being after a terrifying accident as a child had rendered him blind. But he still kept his smile, even now; he still found reasons to smile. But…then along comes a young man who could help him to see again. See so special, it had no true look, and could only be felt. RusAme
BrooklynBabbii
.:Chapter One:.
Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sitting alone within his backyard, Alfred F. Jones enjoyed the warm feeling of the sun on his face. He enjoyed the contrasting feel of the cool breeze, faintly feeling how the summer breeze would blow through his hair and caress his face. It felt nice outside today. It usually was during the sunny and summer days, that Alfred stayed outside longer.
The sensations made him feel like he could still see…See how the yellow sun would give everything its familiar warm glow, and how all of the flowers would bloom open to greet it. See how the trees would swish in the winds and how the grass would stretch up to somehow feel the sun's rays.
His blonde head fell a bit, slightly, in sadness. So soon, it had been so soon that his eyesight had been stripped from him. One of the greatest things one could ever have was sight, and he had had his taken away as a child before he could fully appreciate its blessing.
Now, here he was, years later, living without it. He knew it could have been worse. He could have lost his hearing, or become a vegetable. But no, he had lost his sight. He still felt a bit bitter about it. Especially on days like this. It was days like this, where he missed the sight of the sun, and the flowers, the grass and the cars that drove past his small home.
Alfred sighed. It would do him no good, if he moped about being blind now. He was nearly twenty years old. It was a long time ago. He should have been over it, by now, right? Right. He was being a crybaby, over a stupid accident that could have killed him, and here he was moping over being blind! At least, he was alive, and –
"Alfred?" Said person's blonde head rose at the sound of the voice, and his head turned to where he thought the voice had come from. At least, his other senses had approved, in the place of his blindness. He could hear very well now.
"Mattie?" He asked, slowly standing, as he threw a hand out. How long had he been outside? The air was colder now. It was still warm, but it wasn't as warm as it had been… "What is it, is something wrong? What time is it?"
Mathew, Alfred's slightly younger twin brother and unofficial caretaker for some days, smiled gently. Although his brother couldn't see it, the other seemed to feel that everything was alright, and he calmed down from his earlier slight worried state.
"It's okay, Al," Mathew began, softly. He spoke soft, to be better on Alfred's ears. They were more sensitive, due to his blindness, and he claimed that he despised yelling and loud noises. "I was just coming in to tell you that dinner is ready." Alfred blinked, about to ask the time, and Mathew quickly added on, "It's past nightfall, Al."
Alfred stood there, for a moment, and then his head dropped as if he was looking at the ground. White-blue eyes stared at the ground, truly unseeing, as he muttered a quiet nod. Mathew bit his lip, gently, and then came further outside to take his brother's hand.
He smiled, and gave his brother a small sideways hug. "It's okay, Al, it's not your fault. It just got dark, you couldn't see it. It's alright, it happens, time flies." Alfred shook his head slowly. "I couldn't see anything, Mattie…"
Mathew stiffened, realizing his bad wording, as Alfred continued, "I couldn't see anything. I can't see anything. I can't see the sun, or the flowers. I can't even see the grass…or the cars." Alfred's voice dropped lower, "It's getting closer to the anniversary, Mattie…"
Mathew winced, remembering the day quite well. He didn't like remembering it any more than Alfred did. While he still had his sight, albeit it was poor at night, and he had to wear strong glasses, he had his own scars from the accident. At times, he would space out, and just sit or stand there, completely disconnected to wherever he was.
It was like dreaming deeply, but he couldn't wake up. He could be like that for a few minutes to a few hours. It all depended on how his mind decided to be that day.
At one instance, it happened while he was cooking, and he nearly burned the kitchen, if it weren't for Alfred. Although the other couldn't see, he could smell, and he had come running to put his brother in a chair, and the black pan in the sink and turned on the cold tap.
Neither of them had come from that accident, without some kind of scar.
The brother stood in the area of their front porch, for a long time. Then Alfred sighed, his shoulder sagging and then rising up. He turned in the direction on his brother's hand, and said, "I'm going to bed, early tonight."
Mathew wasn't given time to respond, or at least not in the way that Alfred would be able to see/hear, as the other left the porch. Mathew saw his brother walking slowly to the door, and stopping as he opened it. The older of the two looked out at the front yard, even though he couldn't see it.
"It's going to rain, tonight," Alfred said. Mathew frowned, but didn't question it. Alfred left without another word, and Mathew sighed. He looked out at the yard for a while, to distract himself, and then he sighed once more and walked inside.
He tried to eat, but eventually he gave up and packed everything away as leftovers. He hadn't been feeling too hungry. He felt too guilty for indirectly spilling salt into Alfred's most sensitive wound.
As he crawled into bed, placing his glasses on the bed, he heard the first pitter-patter of rain outside his window. He listened for awhile, not fully sure how Alfred had knew it was going to rain. Nevertheless, it was raining now, and it was slowly gaining volume into something that Mathew knew would be a bad storm.
The sky is mocking us, Mathew thought, and he tried to drift to sleep. But just as he was about to close his eyes, he thought it over again. No, he realized, as sleep beckoned him close. The sky is crying for Alfred.
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Another brain fart that I had, that came to fruition. Apparently, Gott said I wouldn't be updating "Blue Embers" today. Huh. This will be kind of a sad story. You'll see Ivan soon. I promise.
Um, well, I don't have much to say…if you want me to continue, please show some love for this story! Please?
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