(Hey sorry for lateness again! Just finishing up finals; after tomorrow, there'll be no more delays! Sorry again!)<br/><br/>He flinched a bit at her touch, not necessarily expecting to feel anything. Glancing up at her, his eyebrow cocked slightly in question before his eye was caught by the sun beginning to set. The vibrant oranges and reds pierced my blurry eyesight and suddenly my father's voice came to mind. I smiled at the memory of him talking to me when I was very young--even though I had never seen his face before, I could hear the smile in his voice and the laugh in his chest. I missed him dearly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Never be scared of the unknown, son,"</span>I remembered him telling me once, regarding my lack of sight,<span style="font-style: italic">"There's so much more to a person than what meets the eye.</span>"<br/><br/>I frowned. When he passed away, my life had become suddenly very hard. I always was able to deal with my disability, but without my father, it all seemed so pointless. But then...there was my mother. She pulled me through it all, really. Without her, I wouldn't have lived as long as I have.<br/><br/>...Lived?<br/><br/>"...my mother once told me," I suddenly found myself blurting out, gazing over at the sunrise, "...that people who die never leave--because they live on in memory forever."<br/><br/>My frown became bigger as a grim feeling washed over me.<br/><br/>"I think I know where we are."