Remi relentlessly paced his apartment's living room, sleep having alluded and failed him many hours ago. The water in the bottle he had abandoned that night on the counter stirred with turmoil. Pacing seemed to work to an extent for him, tired him out enough that he could sleep. He swiveled around the counter a bit too tightly and, like the previous and countless times before, his side caught the corner. He hissed in pain, catching a curse. He really needed to stop doing that, at least learn the apartment layout before he wandered like a madman without his cane. He pulled himself up to perch on the counter that had just attacked him, feeling another bruise develop on his side. He ran his hands over his eyes, no longer wearing the shades he usually adorned, as he was previously expecting sleep. His hand hovered over the scar, treading lightly as if it still hurt.
The scar that made him blind. Well, partially blind. The soul reason he kept cutting corners a bit too tightly or hitting his hand against a wall when his hand gestures were a bit too exuberant. He supposed he could hypothetically get surgery to fix it, but based on how his parents didn't so many years ago, he probably could never afford it. He couldn't even bare to truly blame his cousin for it, the culprit to his weakness. The poor boy was defending himself from the monster that was his older cousin.
Remi couldn't even recall exactly what started the fight, just that it escalated to much and that his parents refused to let the two see each other anymore. That they would feed off each other and be too dangerous. That Remi was too dangerous. He felt wetness on his cheek and thought for a brief moment he was crying before realizing the stress was causing the water in his cup to float up to him. He let out a frustrated sigh, focusing on letting the water down over the sink.
Light was already pouring through the curtains, sunrise having happened maybe an hour or so ago. He definitely wasn't getting sleep now, he always struggled getting to sleep if the sun was out. He toyed with the idea of going out with friends but for once in his life, he really wasn't in the mood. Remi laid back against the cold counter with a huff, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He raised his hand up, slowly moving it to the side before it disappeared from his shortened field of vision. He tried fruitlessly to memorialize the spot before letting his hand fall back to his side. In the back of his mind he made a mental note to buy a first aid kit. The day was eventually going to come when he clipped against something sharp and cut himself, since using the cane wasn't going to happen. He hated the parade of questions he got from it, and no amount of style got him away from it. As nice as he tried to make the stick look, people immediately knew what it meant. It bugged him to no end, he wished he could take it back. Take everything back, no powers, no blindness, no ruined cousinly relationship. They used to be so close, neither of them had friends so they had each other. Well, Remi had friends, but none that he particularly liked at the time. His parents would get the two together almost every weekend to play. Then Remi just had to go out and ruin it. He ruined everything.
Remi hopped up from the counter, threw on his shades and grabbed the cane. He needed a walk, escape from his troubles for a while. He stared down at the cane and put it back, he wasn't in his usual peppy mood for 20 questions. He practically skipped out the door and promptly hip-checked into someone. So much for not needing the cane.
"Oh my gawd Doll I'm terribly sorry, are you ok?" Remi offered out his hand and plastered on a wide, friendly grin. The stranger took the help and was unexpectedly pulled to his feet.
"It's... I'm fine, not a scratch." he mumbles, stuffing his slightly battered hand in his pocket, having skid it in the gravel.
"It's awfully early for anyone to be out this fine morning. What's your business?" This stranger looked at Remi confused for a moment, not mentally awake enough to understand what he was asking.
"I-... Just a morning walk, nothing more." He shuffled the newspaper under his arm to be a bit more hidden.
"Well then, mind if I walk with ya darling?"