A/N: Because Blackbird (by the Beatles) had been stuck in my head. This is just a drabble about Isaac and his blindness.

This is for WreckItRalphFan.

I don't own TFiOS. Or the song.

Broken eyes

All that he knew now darkness; eternal, unending darkness. That was what it was and would always be from now on for him; just dark.

He didn't even have the hope of one day regaining his sight by some miracle or by surgery. Oh, he wished for a day that he would make out blurry shapes – it was the first step to regaining what had been lost.

But no.

No.

He didn't have eyes anymore.

There was something worse than blindness, and that was the fact that he had no eyes. Of course technology could develop that could give the blind (those with no eyes) the ability to see again, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be in his lifetime.

All he knew now was night. Never again would he see sunshine, or flowers, or his mother's kind smile or Hazel's pretty face.

Hope was fleeting. No, scratch that, hope was fleeing.

He once heard a song telling him to 'take these broken eyes and learn to see'. But how was he supposed to do that?

Maybe he should 'see' what he couldn't before. Maybe that was what the song was trying to tell him.

Because now he heard the sadness in Hazel's voice when she spoke to him. She hadn't been the same since Gus died. She needed someone.

Because now he heard the love in his mother's voice when she spoke to him. She didn't mind him being dependent on her. She preferred it that way. She needed him as much as he needed her.

Because now he heard Patrick's cry for attention and affection at the support group, yet he got none. Patrick felt useless and he needed someone to need him.

He hadn't seen it that way when he could literally see.

Maybe… maybe being unable to literally 'see' meant he could 'see' people for what they are now.

Maybe that's what he needed to focus on. On seeing people through his broken eyes for what they were and not what they wanted you to think they were.

Maybe he would be okay with his broken eyes. Maybe he could still learn to see.

. . .