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A/N: FLAKY AND MOLE ARE JUST FRIENDS THERE'S NO ROMANCE.

Chapter one.

Goodbyes are for the committed?

Pop gave me the run around about the case or mission to be put into better terms, "Your flight leaves at 6 o'clock we'll have a car pick you up, be ready by then".

He gave me my Alias IDs, explained my background checks and read me my fake files that they planted into the federal main stream. To quote the big guy, "During the mission you will be introduced to the other two special Agents". But that's not what I was so upset about, I was upset because I had leave the life I made for myself that I've been living for a little more then ten years.

I thought about my departure from my cozy life on my way back to the coffee shop, according to Sniffles it was now noon, and I was going back for my afternoon cup. When I reached the shop I stopped. 'Flaky. . .' I stood there in a stupor. 'I wonder if he'd worry if I didn't show up in the mornings all of a sudden'?

I shifted my feet as I thought about my dilemma, and the bell for the coffee shop rang. "Sir, a-are you alright"? That stutter, the one I memorized since my first visit. Truth be told, I wasn't really all that happy with going back to my work. I had grown used to my daily routine, the familiar smell of the coffee I ordered everyday, his voice. The voice I knew I could actually trust in my unseen surroundings, I've known Flaky for about four years, I'd grown attached to him, we knew one another. We weren't just friends, we were practically companions. We would actually spent weekends together. We went for walks, we Talked and had lunch dates. I couldn't believe I didn't realize how close we were. "S-sir"? I didn't say anything, I was probably silent for a good three minutes before I felt his hand on my shoulder. I smiled and place my hand over his. "Yes, Flaky. I'm alright".

After our lunch that we shared together at the shop we talked for the rest of his break, I asked him when he got off and he said that he'd be off by 1:30, I told him that I wanted to talk to him and that I would wait till after his shift was done. He gave me a refill of my coffee and he went back to work. When his shift ended he walked me to the park we usually walked at, we talked about the weather and how school was going for him, he told me he was thinking about whether he should buy a bike instead of taking a taxi to work every morning (Bike won by a landslide). We talked and walked around the park for a good few minutes before I asked him to take us to a bench and have us sit for a while. It didn't take long for him to find us one, we sat and enjoyed the afternoon breeze, after a few minutes of enjoyable silence, and listening to make sure no one was around. (the park was usually empty in the afternoon)

I broke the silence, speaking softly. "I enjoy moments like these". I smiled and was given a small "M-me too" from my young friend, and I continued, "I've got some news". He didn't say anything so I took it as a sign to keep talking. "I've been called on an important trip by a friend of mine, I don't really know when I'll be back". I stayed silent, waiting to see if he'd reply, and he did. "T-that's nice, how long will you be g-gone"? I smiled sadly. "I don't really know, I'm leaving tomorrow". I heard a small and sad "Oh". From my friend, I wonder if he was sad or concerned. "I wanted to tell you, so you wouldn't get worried on why I stopped showing up to the shop". I heard a soft laugh from him. "Thank y-you, I p-probably would have g-gotten worried". The smile stayed on my face. . . .I wish I didn't have to go back to work. I mean, was I really going to work "along side" with the other two agents that I had never seen(met) before?

And leave a friend of four years behind?

"I-I'll miss you".

Wait, was that me?

No.

I looked to my left where I heard the timid voice come from, "Thank you", I replied. 'I wish I could see you at least once'. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he gave it a squeeze, I smiled and leaned back against the bench. "Flaky"? I heard his feet scrape against the gravel of the dirt path. "Y-yes"?, I smiled, "After, all this time I've known you". I closed my useless eyes, "Will you describe to me, what you look like"? A short silence followed my question until I felt him move making the park bench move as well. "Well, I-I-I. . .Have h-hazel eyes. . .And mum, M-maroon colored hair, I'm about f-five feet and four i-inches and my skins a little pale". I imagine him in my mind's eye as best I can, "You're a nice looking boy, I'm surprised you don't have yourself a girl". He makes an embarrassed noise and I laugh softly, he was always so shy, even when I met him.

"How old are you, Flaky"?

"I'm twenty". He replies.

I didn't realize that he was so young, he's just starting out. How could I have not known his age and still have known him that long?

"How old are you, S-sir. . .I-if you don't mind me asking"? I shook my head. "I don't mind, and I'm thirty-one".

"O-oh, y-you don't look it"! He sounded genuinely surprised. I guess I hadn't told him my age either, I guess we didn't think of it as important when we met that first day. Silence flooded the conversation again, I actually felt him looking at me and not just at me in general. He was studying my facial features.

"M-mole"? I replied with a simple "yes". I could hear him fussing with the loose gravel under his shoes. "M-may I see your eyes"?

I smiled, I've had people ask me that before and I've complied but, for some reason I felt kind of embarrassed to show him my eyes.

I couldn't help but grant him this one tiny favor that he's ever asked of me, so I close my eyes, remove my sunglasses, and turn to him.

I leave my eyes closed in hope that maybe it was only those damn glasses that kept me blind from the world I had never been able to see. I open my eyes in hope of my wish coming true and finally seeing my young friend for the first time. . .But no. . .Just more darkness, and a small gasp.

"Wow, you're e-eyes are so b-blue"!

Another shocked statement I smile at him and was about to put my glasses back on, but was stopped by his hand. "W-wait". I stopped my actions and waited, I could feel his eyes on me again. . . .His eyes, I wonder what hazel looks like. . .Hell, I wonder what blue looks like.

Another realization.

I've been blind since birth and have never had the pleasure of seeing the world in these so called "Colors".

I didn't even know what black and white looked like, well only have of that is true. Black was the only color I've ever known.

Sadly, I've grown used to it.

"You're eye are a-amazing".

I've got to admit, I've been complimented on my features before, but all those compliments were all out of respect, but when he said it, It was out of Admiration.

"Thank you".

He made a small "umm" I waited for him to speak. "W-will you leave your glasses off"? I thought about it for a moment. "Do you want me to"?

"Yeah".

I smiled and slipped my glasses inmy my coat pocket. "Only for you". I could feel him smile. 'I wonder what his smile looks like'?

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, we didn't return to the subject of me leaving. I wonder if he was sad about my departure or the fact that he or I didn't know when I would return.

"What t-time does your flight leave"? I went back to my conversation with Pop, "6 o'clock".

"Do you have a ride to the airport"? Pop had told me that he would have a car pick me up in the morning. "Not, really". What was I saying, of course I had a ride, but I guess I wanted to stay with him a little longer. "Do you think you could help me out"?

He was silent, probably thinking of a solution. "How about we share a t-taxi"? I smiled and nodded, "that sounds like a nice Idea". . . . "I'll be able t-to say goodbye"! He timidly replied.

Goodbye? I felt a little distraught, I've never been so close to anyone to a point where a "goodbye" would make you feel like you were abandoning them. Was this really a good Idea? "Where do you live"? Was goodbye really something I wanted to tell him?

"U-uptown"! He replied happily as if everything was right with the world. "I live in the Main Street apartments, that's a little far from your place". Why was I doing this?

"Why don't you stay the night at my place, that way the cab fair isn't that high"? I hear a little noise come from him, what was it? "I-I. . . . .Alright, that doesn't sound impossible. . .And cab fair is kind of high". I laughed, "maybe when I get back you'll have that bike you were talking about".

We shared a laugh.

We shared a small dinner at a diner on the corner, had desert and talked about life. After that,

we walked back to his place for a few things he would need for the over night stay,he said that we'd have to have dinner once I got home to celebrate my return.

We hailed a taxi and headed back to my Apartment.

We had one or two after dinner drinks, (maybe it was three), and we got a little loopy, but not completely drunk. He said when I return from my "trip" he would teach me how to ride his bike that he was planning on getting. (I never learned as a kid or as an adult)

We talked about the first time we met , past conversations and at around 10 p.m. . . .We shared a private Farewell together. . . .And as God as my witness, that even though this my first time leaving someone behind. (may it be temporary or become permanent)

I now and will always hate goodbyes.

A/N's : chapter two will be up soon, hope you all have a good week!