Vale

I couldn’t see her, but I could hear Fire nervously pacing the room. She was making me nervous, I thought I was in a place, I once knew. It was unfamiliar territory, something which made me feel even more uncomfortable.

“You look more like Pa than Dean.”

I nodded, “Maybe, because, unlike Dean, I don’t cut my hair enough.”

I could feel her studying me, she drew towards me like a moth to a flame.

“It’s not just that. I think Dean lifts a little too many weights. He’s a lot bigger than you.”

“Thicker.”

“What? Just he has a lot more muscles. I could see it in the white vest he was wearing and his jeans. Everything clung to him. Whereas you’re just wearing a black polo shirt and matching pants, and they even look big on you. Like, you’re a lot smaller in the frame than he is.”

I was joking with her, but then her quick response, told me that she didn’t get the joke. I wondered if she looked the same. Sure, she wasn’t the same ten-year-old, we’d left behind. Now close to seventeen or maybe sixteen. Either way, I wanted to know if she looked the same. I had to ask her, even if it did make people nervous.

I ignored her comparison of both Dean and me, and just decided to ask her the magic question.

“Do you mind if I touch your face?”

She touched my stomach and giggled. “I thought you would never ask. I’ve never had someone do this to me. I would love you to do it to me.”

I smirked, as she took my hands, and then clumsily put them on hers. I remembered her as a kid, saying exactly what was on her mind and it was nice to hear that adolescence hadn’t changed her. She was cheeky back then, I imagined her emerald eyes sparkling at the idea of touching her face.

She took my hands and guided them towards the top of her face. Her face was so hot as if the heat of my hands had lit her up. I smoothed my finger around her forehead, then slowly to her eyes. She still had the same wide eyes, back then. I shouldn’t be surprised, they felt the same, as well as her perky nose. Once I reached her lips, she quivered as if she was nervous about me touching them. I moved my hands, thinking I didn't want to give her the wrong idea. She was young, and the idea of being touched like this, probably excited her at first, but now she felt uncomfortable. It was natural, so many had said, great touch my face, then as I did it and tried to form a picture in my mind, they backed away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Silence.

I didn’t move, wondering what was going through her mind.

“I need to get back,” she stuttered and her voice was at a distance. I wondered if she was standing just watching me. “They need me out there. I’ll see you later.”

I sighed at the idea of making her feel that way. I didn’t’ mean to.

Shit!

Sometimes, the disability brought out frustration in me so big. This was another reason why I didn't want to come home, but then I had no choice.

I wondered if Daisy would let me do the same to her. Let my fingers trace not only her face but every part of her body, including her sweet pussy. I wondered if she meant what she said in her letters if she’d really wanted us back home. Not only to help her out but for a lot more than that.

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10th February 2015

Dear Vale,

I wish you were here. I could start the letter with, hi, How are you? What are you up to? But, I don’t want to write like that. I have never felt the need to do it. You are the one I can pour my soul to, and you would never judge me.

I loved the way you made me feel protected as if I would do no wrong. As if you saw me in a completely different light to everyone else.

I remember graduating high school and thinking it was finally time to see the world. The one place I wanted to be as far away from, I just stayed. I did it out of duty. Everyone left, and I hated you for a long time for it. Just come back home. Won’t you come back home?

Love always,

Daisy

I’d read the letter a thousand times, I knew every word of the letter, and it made me even sadder to know it was the last letter I’d read from Daisy before I lost my sight. No more could I see after that day. I heard her coming down the stairs and worried she’ll class me as some freak. I could imagine the sympathetic smile on her face as she saw me.

Little Daisy was all grown up, and had been running the ranch. Dean had said she’d been doing it so well. She didn’t need a hand to do it, even the things dad had deserted a while ago, she’d managed to get it up and running.

I hated the idea of all the ranches in the area, wanting a piece of her. We’d left her vulnerable for too long. We shouldn’t have done that, she thought we’d come back home, the truth was we had no choice. We would tell her in time, until then we’ll do what we can to help her out. Even if I couldn’t use my eyes I had more to give her. I just hoped that she would see things that way.