Ella's Point of View
I watched as Iggy stormed out of the dance, alone, and followed to see what was wrong.
"Iggy!," I yelled as I ran toward him. "Iggy, wait!"
"What?" he said sourly as he turned around. Something must've happened.
"I just wanted to see it you're okay," I said concerned. "I saw you storm out of the dance and I got worried."
"Well, I'm fine," he said through clenched jaws. He started to walk away.
"No, you're not," I said, grabbed his arm and turning him around. "I know you better than that and I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what happen-."
"She dumped me okay!" he said angrily, pulling his arm away. "She dumped me 'cause I'm blind."
"Iggy," I said, trying to comfort him. I reached out and touched his arm. He pulled it away. "Iggy, listen." He turned around and faced me, knowing he wasn't going to win this battle. "I'm not going to say that crap you're expecting about her being stupid and yada yada, but I will say that you're a great guy and if she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one. I mean, you asked her to one dance, right? What did you expect to marry her?" I paused for a second and studied his solemn face, still tense and full of hurt but starting to relax. I was going to say something else but he stopped me.
"Ella," he said calmly. "I'm blind, I always will be. It's just so frustrating. Every time I think I'm adjusted to being blind something like this slaps me in the face. I just…I just don't get it."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better," I said slowly. I took a deep breath. "I think it's kinda cute."
He looked up. "What do you mean?" he asked, curious.
"I mean, it's kinda cute how you're always feeling your way around the house, stumbling when we move something, how you use my belt loop to lead you around the Wal-Mart," I said, blushing. Thank God he couldn't see that. "I don't know, I probably sound stupid so I'll just shut up now." I turned to walk away.
"Don't go," he said, startling me. "I mean, thanks." He blushed.
"You're welcome," I said, staring into his sightless pale eyes. "So, you wanna go back in the dance?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"I can't go back in there," Iggy said looking down again, his face sad.
"Ok," I said, trying to think of an alternative. "You wanna dance here?"
He looked up. "There's no music," he said.
"Yes there is," I said, taking his hand. "Don't you hear it?" I placed his hands on my waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. "La…da…dum…la…da…di…." I sang, swaying in time with the fake beat. I looked up and smiled; Iggy's warm face looking down on mine. I stood o my tiptoes and kissed him; he held me closer.
I smiled when we broke apart, knowing things would be different from now on.
"You ready to go back in?" I asked hopefully.
"I would rather stay here all night," he answered. He kissed me again, smiling, the first real Iggy Smile I'd seen all night.
