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Gerard POV

I stepped into the kitchen after failing at sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that happened and what was said that day. It felt so natural to talk to him and to be around him. I told him so much, and I don’t regret any of it. I’m really glad that we talked. And I reached my goal to get to know him better.

We told each other a lot about ourselves. I left out a few things, but I still wanted to tell him, just not yet. Or maybe I do? I don’t know. I’m still just amazed over today. Well, yesterday as it was 5 in the morning. I went over to my cupboard and felt around for my cereal. Yes, I have my own cupboard and my mom labeled everything so I could read it. Well not read like you do... You know what I mean.

I finally found it and turned around. I forgot that Kit followed me as I tripped over her.
“Fuck!” I yelled, hitting my head on the leg of a kitchen chair. I heard running and then nothing.

“Are you okay?!” Frank yelled, helping me up. I nodded as I held onto him. He helped me to a chair. He sat down next to me, putting his hand to where I had hit my head. I flinched.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... you’re bleeding,” he told me.

“Um... there’s a box of bandages in the drawer by the fridge,” I said. He got up and got them. I also heard the water running. I’m guessing he got a wash rag too. He sat back down and
placed it to my head. I tried not to flinch. I just bit my lip as he cleaned my temple.

“I thought somebody had broken in again...” he said as he put the bandage over my wound.

I chuckled, “Nope, just me.” I felt my cheeks getting hot. This was really embarrassing...

I guess he noticed. “Don’t be embarrassed. Everybody falls,” he said. I just smiled. “But, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you some medicine?”

“Nah, I’m fine for now. I’ll probably hurt later though.” He didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“So, what were you doing down here? Couldn’t sleep?” I shook my head.

“No. Just everything from today keeps going through my mind. I was just sitting on my desk thinking about all of it. I mean, I’ve never shared any of that stuff with anybody... I know I already told you that, but I just still can’t believe I did. I can’t believe how much I can trust you, and you probably feel the same way...”

“I do actually. I usually tell Mikey this stuff, but there are things that I haven’t told him that I told you. You’re just so easy to talk to,” he told me. I just smiled.

“I know. I’m a great listener,” I laughed.

“That’s not a bad thing...” he said. I shook my head.

“I know it’s not. I just wish that I could do more, you know? I wish...”I sighed, not finishing.

“No, what?” he put his hand on my shoulder, and I felt those butterflies again.

“I just wish that I could be normal sometimes... Be able to see. I was too young to remember anything. I’d like to see the Jersey Shore. The scenery when I’m going somewhere. Be able to drive. Be able to...” I paused. “...see what your face looks like.” I turned away from him. That’s what I didn’t tell him. I make it seem like I don’t care that I can’t see. But, sometimes I really hate it, like now. I wish I could see his expression, the color of his eyes, his skin, and his hair. Everything.

“Gee... Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“I hate... I hate people taking pity on me. All my life, that’s all anybody cares about, is feeling sorry for me. I thought if I told you, you’d do the same,” I spilled to him. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, I felt like I was going to be sick. I hated being so vulnerable and open.

“Gerard, are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too good....” Frank said.

“No, I’m fine. I really am. But, I think I’ll take that medicine now,” I said.