Sightly

by Ipomoea Alba

England once thought that he was loved unconditionally. It was not so, rather, he was blind. Blind to the ways of his lover and blind to what France really wanted of him; It was not romance that this man was after. Not until England was cast aside and had really lost his sight, did he realise how foolish he had been. MINDLESS DRABBLE R&R, please!

Sightly

To open my eyes to blackness, in day, or night, is of no fault of mine. Though, it is not really like I would love to see the dying world with my own eyes, which I would rather not. I can say for a fact that one can miss the startling light on their face, and the handsome eyes of their lover, gazing back at them with all of the tenderness in the world. Though this tenderness be not but a façade—Yes, I concede, I miss it. Even if I am not truly as blind as had once been with my sight, and not as truly alone, I feel alone. Unrequited love. It leaves one heartbroken. I thought I had been loved –and I truly had been. Just not in the way I had imaged our love to be. He loved me. He loved me for his own benefit. I believe I knew all along, but in vain, sought the lie to make myself happy. I had been so selfish. No matter how many times they say I am not alone, I feel as if they could not possibly understand the feeling of melting into darkness, yet strangely, not despair. Not anymore. I am blind; but I can see. I had once been graced with sight; but was blind. It is naught, but a melodramatic illusion for the once sighted.

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Sorry as it is confusing. Basically Arthur, now blind, reminiscencing on the past; about how much he loved Francis and how blind he was to not be able to see how little Francis thought of him in return.

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