Raindrops pounded on my roof that Friday morning before the sun rose. For the longest time I had loved the rain for what it is and how it was never going to change. When it rained outside, most of the time people don't even bother to turn their heads and look out the window. They just let the soft sound of raindrops hitting the roof comfort them, throughout their day.

Before the Accident, I had taken the rain for granted. Damn, I had taken everything in my life for granted. My friends, my boyfriend, my vision in general. I had always had great vision, like everyone else in my family, and I had thought I wouldn't need glasses until I was in my late fifties, like the rest of my family. I suppose, now I'd never need glasses.

At times like this, when I had woken up too early, and I could feel that the sun had yet to rise I sometimes thought about my blindness. I wondered if I was ever going to forget what color looked like, or if my memories of it would be drowned in my eternal blackness. Mom said that color wasn't something someone forgot. I think she takes her vision for granted too. Everyone does, well until you lose it.

As the rain started to pound harder on the roof I simply lay there, enjoying the darkness that was both in my world and the real one. Sometimes I felt like this was the only time where I was the same as everyone else. Like at this point in time I was no longer the outcast, and in a few hours the sun would rise and the world would regain color. It would return to the way it was.

Sometimes I missed my old life. Sure Jordan and Marissa are bitches, but I could still see and I could still fly. Sometimes I missed my old friends too. I would be lying if I said I was in love with being an outcast with only a handful of friends, when I used to rule the entire school. I hated the way I knew everyone was looking at me. Everyone was judging me.

As thunder shook the sky, I heard a faint knock on my window. I sat up in bed, tossing the blankets to the ground, an action that I immediately regretted as the chilly air of the roof kissed my body, sending a shiver down my spine. I was silent, listening for the noise, waiting for it to come again. Only it did not, as the only sound was rain.

I sighed and laid back down, pulling the blankets over my body, and letting their warmth fill my body with heat, deciding that I must've imagined the sound. Only that was when it came again. Except this time it was louder, clearer and although I may be imagining it, but it sounded more confident, as if it now knew that I was awake.

Of course, at that point I heard his voice. "Raindrop!" Jaxon said from outside my window. "I know you're up, we need to start practicing!" His voice rang loud and clear through my skull, and suddenly, when my body was tasked with getting up, I felt exhaustion pulling me back down to my comfortable bed.

I groaned as I stumbled across my bedroom, a little too loudly and unlocked the window that Jaxon was most likely standing outside of. I had learned a long time ago about keeping my window locked when I showed a guy my secret way up and down, and although I trust Jaxon a thousand times more than any of those guys, a girl could still never be too careful.

As I opened the window, Jaxon immediately squeezed through the window, which gave me the impression that he was tall and lanky. Jaxon was drenched from the rain that which was now beating the roof of the house like a drum. I, however, was quite frankly curious to why the hell he was in my house at this time in the morning when it was raining.

"Thanks for letting me in," He said, and I could tell he was still breathing hard from the jog from his house to mine, from the way his hot breaths hit my face. "So are you ready to start? Just because you are on the varsity doesn't mean you can slack off!" He said, as brightly as ever. I simply groaned and tossed myself back onto my bed.

"All we ever do is run," I whined, as I closed my eyes and snuggled back into the warm blankets on my bed. "Why can't we partake in some healthy activities like sleeping," I said as I made myself all the more comfortable in my bed. "Besides it's raining and cold outside. Can't we just stay warm and dry together, instead?"

"Fine, now move over," He said as I willingly rolled over in my plush bed, making room for the soaking wet boy, who I just so happened to like. Now for most people, sharing a bed with the guy they liked while they were still in their pajamas would be embarrassing to say the least, however being blind...well that didn't change anything at all.

My cheeks went hot at a felt Jaxon next to me. I felt his chest rise and fall as he put his arm around my neck and pulled me closer to his soaking wet chest. It had been a while since I had been this close to a guy that I actually liked, or maybe even a guy in general. I suppose I had missed this too, when I went blind, although I'd never say it aloud.

I suddenly felt my exhaustion from all those frantic worry filled nights catching up to me as I lay near Jaxon, my cheeks probably as red as a rose. Under Jaxon's warmth I had melted, and under it I would have liked to have stayed. I would have stayed there forever if sleep had not been dragging me under it's mighty waves.

However, the last thing I heard before I slipped off into the land of dreams was Jaxon's voice, so soft I might have missed it if we weren't so close. "I love you Raindrop," He whispered, and thankfully sleep took me before I got a chance to fully process his words, or even think of a response to them.

When I woke up to the screaming sound of my alarm clock the next morning, signaling it was time to get ready for a new day, Jaxon was gone, and the only proof that he was ever here was how he left the window open, with the fresh smell of rain drifting in. I smiled to myself knowing that it wasn't a dream, as I shut the window and started my day.

"I love you too Jaxon," I whispered, although I knew no one was there to hear me.

AN:

I didn't plan to even write this chapter tonight, much less this emotional rollercoaster. I..um..am sorry? HAHA not!