𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

See The World

AN: This is following a request in which the reader is blind. 

I've added some hints of Umbrella tempering just to make it easier to write for myself, so hopefully you'll still enjoy it regardless. 

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"What should we do for date night this Friday?" Leon asks as he gently runs his fingers through my wet hair, the spray of the shower hot against my back. I shrug, hearing the hope in his voice but not feeling it. We've been together for just over a year now, and it's been amazing. Leon's so considerate and kind to me, never faulting me for the fact I'm blind, but I can't help but to wonder if this relationship can truly last. 

My silence is loud, and I can almost hear Leon's frown. Without commenting further he rinses the shampoo from my hair and turns off the shower, holding out a hand he leads me out, careful to hold onto me so I don't sleep. I'm still getting used to our new apartment, hence why Leon's helping me. It's moments like these that only make me feel worse. Will it always be like this? Will Leon always have to look after me because I'm unable to see things for myself. I'll never be able to see Leon's smile, or watch as we make love, I'll never witness his proposal or see him on our wedding day. I'll never see our child, or watch them take their first steps. 

But Leon, he can enjoy it all, and he deserves to have someone who can equally bask in those special times. I know this now, and I have to do what's right, even if it'll hurt us both. 

I wait until two days later to break up with him. 

"Y/N, where's this coming from? If you're scared or something is wrong, tell me, I'll fix it." Leon desperately pleads, grabbing my hand as I shake my head, my lip quivering as I hear his shaky inhale.

"This isn't about something that can be fixed. This thing between us...it just isn't worth holding you back for." I say, for once glad I can't see his face. 

"You're not holding me back. Baby, just talk to me and-" 

I shake my head, pulling my hand back as I grab my bag and leave, taking my time to feel my way out. Leon doesn't come after me, probably in hopes that I'll find my sense soon enough. 

I don't. 

At least, not until three years later. 

After numerous attempts to live on my own, a few failed relationships and an unreliable roommate, I find myself looking into ways to fix my blindness. It isn't something I thought could be cured, until I heard of some impossible things coming true from a medical company called Umbrella. 

They specialise in medical and scientific research, aiming to fix the unfixable and create a better world with the use of advanced medicine. I spend hours researching and even calling other participants of their research, a flicker of hope building inside of me as I hear nothing but positive things. 

Surprisingly, one day I receive a call from one of the researchers of the company, asking if I'd be willing to participate in a study, which could futher lead to a cure for my sight. I jump at the opportunity, then only mere months later accept the offer to be the first to have a special surgery done that may help me see again. 

I go through with it, despite the risks. 

And then I open my eyes to a bright light.

And I can see. 

*****6 Months After*******

I sit in the corner of the bar, a little tipsy as I watch my friends sing along with the karaoke machine, their partners cheering them on from the sidelines as I smile and sip my drink. After getting my sight back I try to embrace everything I can, but I've found that my social skills are a little rusty, especially after not having to make eye contact or see people's reactions, now I'm overly focused on them, and often feel shy. 

Once they're done, they come back to the table, full of cheer and loud nature. I wince, needing some time out feeling overwhelmed. "Gonna get some air, then I might head home. I'll text you later." I call out over the music. They all nod, hugging me before going back to partying. 

The night air feels cool against my skin as I lean against the wall, the thumping music less loud from out here. I look up, staring at the twinkling stars shining down on me with a small smile on my lips. 

"Y/N?" A voice I'd recognise from anywhere mumbles. I stiffen, looking to my side to see Leon staring at me shell-shocked. I stare back, for the first time seeing him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles and looking like something out of one of my romance books. He's the definition of masculinity. 

"Hey Leon." I smile, heart racing as he steps towards me, frowning as he tilts his head in confusion. 

"You're alone? Wait, can you see?" He exclaims, leaning down to look into my eyes. I pull back, nodding as he shakes his head and gives me some space, remembering he's being weird. 

"I had a surgery, which was a success. I can finally see the world." I grin, feeling that familiar gratefulness that I'm no longer in the dark. The world is magnificent, and I'm so lucky to witness it. 

Leon nods, eyes wide as his lips curve. "That's amazing, I'm really glad for you." He purses his lips, then adds "Your boyfriend must be a lucky guy." 

That tone, I know exactly what he's asking. 

"I don't have a boyfriend or anyone like that. I've been...focusing on myself." I quickly say, not wanting to admit that my heart already belonged to the same man asking me if it's free. 

Leon's smile grows, "I don't have anyone either." 

Later that night I end up at Leon's apartment, kissing him so deeply it leaves a bruise on his lips. His hands ligner on my skin, and I finally see the face he make when he slips inside of me. We watch each other between the frantic touches and gasps, the tangled sheets smelling of him, the colour of his bedroom my favourite colour, his bed a perfect fit for us until we're physically worn out, and I sleep nestled in his arms. 

When I wake up in the morning, Leon's already awake, staring at me as he toys with something in his hand. "Morning baby, I've missed you since a few hours ago." 

I let out a small laugh, kissing him until I feel the cold feeling of something on my finger. I gasp, looking down to see a ring shining in the sun. Eyes wide, I swing my head towards Leon, sitting up straighter. 

"I figured I'd speed things up before you can run out on me again. If you don't want it, say now, because I've spent the last few years thinking about you and only you, I tried to move on, but I couldn't. You know why? Because nobody else is you. I belong to you, but if you don't want this, if this isn't something you can do, then I'll deal with it. I just want you to be happy." 

By the time Leon's done my eyes are watering. If only I could've seen this all those years ago, this look I see on Leon's face now. 

Love. 

I nod, "Of course I want you, I've always wanted you, I just got so scared that I wasn't worth it, but now I'm better. I love you Leon, I love you so much." 

The rest of the morning is spent in bed, kissing and talking, making up for lost time whilst learning about each other once again. 

Only a few weeks later do I find out I'm pregnant with our baby, who turns out to be a beautiful girl. We get married before she's born, and I watch as Leon cries as I walk down the aisle. I watch as the nurse shows me the baby scans. I watch as our little one makes her appearance into the world. I watch Leon hold her, shaking as he smiles and holds her hand. I watch as he lies on my stomach, telling me he's proud of me and thinks I'm beautiful ad a mother. I watch as our girl smiles and learns to walk. I watch as Leon grins when I tell him I'm pregnant again. 

I watch, and I see it all.