PART II.
Ted
You trusted him. He was your best friend, your brother, your other half. Why would he do this to you? How could he do this to you?
You loved her. She completed you. She acted as your eyes, and even if you couldn't see, you felt as if it was worth it.
As long as she was there.
Part of you had always wondered if she would ever have approached you had you not been blinded. If she only saw the weak part of you, not the strong, free-minded part. If she felt guilty because it was her family's fault, and that was the only reason she bothered to stick around.
Those thoughts never left your mind. They sat there, in a closet way in the back where you locked them away along with other memories you were trying to forget about.
But they always came back to haunt you. Without being able to really do anything, you had more time to think. So you did - you thought a lot. You thought about your family, the hunt, life, and the world. Sometimes your hand would twitch, a natural urge to sketch out a blueprint to something. But you had to control that hand of yours, because you knew that your creations were dead now.
She drew for you, though. As the pencil flew across the page, she would describe each drawing. You heard when Ned would step into the room, watching the two of you from the doorframe. He probably thought you couldn't hear his footsteps. Doesn't he know his own brother?
You thought he was there to be a good brother. You thought he was there because he cared. And he did -
Just not about you.
Days passed, and you fell harder and harder for this brilliant girl. She told you everything, and you listened intently. She was surprisingly smart and enlightened, even though she came from a family who found actions stronger than words.
Then, she became quiet.
It was as if she was trying to stop talking, afraid she might say something to upset you. You asked her what was wrong, and she would be silent. You couldn't tell if she was sad, though, or mad or anything else for that matter. You couldn't see her.
And then it hit you - you couldn't see her.
You couldn't imagine her eyes, her hair, her smile. You hadn't seen them before. She was a blur in your thoughts.
These thoughts troubled you. You wanted to know about her - to envision her, the best he could.
So you asked the one person you trusted most - your brother.
He was hesitant, just like she was. "She's... blonde." You frowned. Obviously you knew this. "She has blue eyes... and white, straight teeth."
You sighed. "For a genius, you're quite bad at giving details."
He sighed as well. "She's really sweet, and she's always smiling whenever she's with you. Her smile reaches her eyes, and little creases would form underneath them. When she laughs, her eyes sparkle and her nostrils flare a bit. And her kisses, they're sweet, like honey."
You took in a deep breath. Her kisses? What would he know about those?
He realized his mistake and soon his breathing shallowed. "I-I-"
You walked away.
You weren't angry, for some odd reason. It didn't seem like the right thing to be. Instead, you felt betrayed and saddened. The girl you love and your other half - together, behind your back.
It didn't matter afterwards. Neither of them. She came to apologize, over and over, and said she only cared for you. But you could hear the soft sound of regret in her voice - not for you, but for him. You sent her away, never wanting to hear her voice again.
As for your brother, he never really spoke to you anymore. Sometimes you missed sharing ideas with him and talking about politics and science, but whenever you felt that way, you just went to Sinead.
It wasn't the same, but what did it matter?
He was no longer your brother.
A/N: THE END :) Hope you enjoyed these intertwining oneshots. Please point out any mistakes!