The door creaked open as he entered the empty house. He set his bag on the coffee table, then slumped onto the sofa with a tired sigh. The exams were coming soon, and the teacher had been heavy on the homework lately. He knew he would have to sleep later that night, as he had to finish the project that was due the next day.
Suddenly he heard the running engine of a car stop outside the house. He looked out the window, curious to know who would call on him at this time. He saw a black shiny Mercedes, and immediately knew who it was.
He walked out to the car which had one of its windows open. A petite girl sat inside, fixing her sightless stare on him. He leaned over the window. "What's up?" he asked.
The girl just shrugged. "I want you to take a ride with me," she said simply.
He didn't say anything, but opened the car door and got in.
Several minutes later, they were seated on a park bench facing the setting sun. As the wind blew her fringe over her face, he just stared silently at her. Finally he asked, "You had a fight with your parents again?"
"What else?" she answered as she blew off the hair framing her face. "I'll probably feel freer in a birdcage than in there. They keep on trying to imprison me in my own room, like some poor thing who can't take care of herself."
He shrugged. "Well, I guess that's how people see you. They always want to protect you because they think you can't do it for yourself."
Her hands hardened into fists. "But they're wrong. I can take care of myself. I can do anything other people can. In fact, I can even sneak out of the house time and time again without my parents' even knowing! Not even once!" She threw her arms in the air to emphasize her point, and then let them fall back to her sides.
He slung an arm around her. "But sometimes you do need help. You need help to appreciate the beauty of the world around you that you can't see. And your parents need to learn that too."
She finally smiled a small smile. "I guess that's why I always come to find you when I'm upset. You always seem to know what to say."
He smiled back at her, and squeezed her hand gently. She sighed. "But still, I can't see you. I don't even know what you look like, and I guess I never will. That's probably the one thing you can't help me with."
He remained silent for a while, then suddenly he leaned over and gently kissed her eyelids.
She immediately sat up straight. "What was that for?" she asked, blushing slightly.
He just smiled. "I know you can't see me, but I hope at least you can see my love for you," he said.
"That's such a cheesy line," she laughed, playfully nudging him on the arm. Then she leaned against him. "But thanks anyway," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "You know what, I think I can really see your love for me now."
He smiled again as he brushed a hand through her hair, and they sat together while the sun set in front of them.
Yep, a very random oneshot, but I hope you still liked it! I thought the idea of a blind person actually being able to 'see' something was rather interesting, so I wrote this on the spur of the moment. If you can, do tell me about your thoughts and opinions on this fanfic, okay? Thanks!
Disclaimer: Carrot-Bunny does not Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters, which are owned by Nickelodeon.