Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)
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				Title: <strong>Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 21:30:44</strong>
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				Beth Jackson's life had come to a screeching halt about 4 years ago.&nbsp; She, her parents and her older brother were in a tragic car accident.&nbsp; She was the only survivor, though she wished a thousand times she'd died with the rest of her family.&nbsp; Not only was her family taken from her, but so was her sight and her ability to walk.&nbsp; Her injuries never fully healed and she was left weak, too weak to walk on her own.&nbsp; On a good day she could stand for a few moments under her own power, but she wasn't capable of much more than that.<br>&nbsp;<br>She spent the last 4 years in an orphanage, living with other unfortunate children.&nbsp; They were well cared for but life was still hard for them.&nbsp; They lived under a harsh head mistress who punished them quickly and firmly.&nbsp; Being blind kept her in fear most of the time, except when she was with her best friend.&nbsp; He was a sweet boy, several years older than her, but he took her under his wing.&nbsp; He stayed longer than he had to, afraid to leave her alone.&nbsp; But with time he was pushed from the home to go out on his own.<br>&nbsp;<br>Beth fell into a dark depression the day he left.&nbsp; She sat alone and frightened most of the time.&nbsp; She had no one that really cared for her, no one to even give her a shoulder to cry on.&nbsp; Recently the only good thing in her life was that a new head mistress had taken over the home.&nbsp; She was still quick to punish but she did it in a loving way.&nbsp; The lady became very concerned about Beth.&nbsp; She looked into her files and discovered reports on the friendship Beth once had.&nbsp; Though Beth was 18, her condition made her welcome in the home as long as she wished to stay.&nbsp; But seeing her sadness troubled the new lady in charge.&nbsp; She began to make a few phone calls to see if she could help the girl come from her dark hole of depression.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 02:31:18</strong>
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				Ewan Clark had spent the better part of his twenty-two years as a ward of the state. While he carried no physical scars,&nbsp; never having known his mother, and having been taken from a father who was at best incapable of caring for a child, at worst outright abusive, had left permanent marks of their own. Depression and anxiety threatened to topple him completely at first, but eventually the pain of being taken away from a person who, while no good for him, was the only family he had, turned into a dull ache. When he first met the disabled Beth, the wish to care for her erased the last traces of the dulling pain.<br><br>Until eventually he left. A sad day it had been for them both, perhaps more so for her than for him. It would take years for him to learn this, however. Naturally, he'd promised to come visit her, and so he had, on rare occasions, that grew rarer as time went on. Occasionally, he'd feel a pang of guilt, but the time never felt right, and eventually he decided she had most likely forgotten, perhaps even left the home.<br><br>When he received the phone call asking if he could come visit her, it had been nearly a year since the last time he'd seen her, and his surprise had been significant. Feeling guilty about the lengthy absence, he had found time the very next day to visit. Never had he felt nervous when visiting, but on that day he did, and when he laid eyes on the girl, looking so much more grown up than when he'd last seen her, his heart skipped a beat, and tears stung at his eyes.<br><br>“Beth?” he tried to say, but could utter only a hoarse whisper. He cleared his throat, and again, “Beth?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 21:49:32</strong>
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				Beth was sitting quietly in her wheelchair, doing nothing as usual.&nbsp; She sat sadly with her head hanging low, her hands laying lifeless in her lap.&nbsp; The cool autumn breeze chilled her, yet she had refused the shawl offered to her my one of the caretakers.&nbsp; Her skin was covered in goose bumps and her long brown hair fluttered in the wind.<br><br>In her mind the day was even more dreary.&nbsp; She imagined dark clouds gathering, feeling like each were a demon in disguise, coming to take her soul.&nbsp; Then she heard an angel… it was the voice of the young man she cared for more than anyone else in the world… Ewan.<br><br>Beth slowly raised her head and turned toward the sound.&nbsp; Was he really here or was it just her wishful imagination?&nbsp; Her hands grasped the material of her skirt and bunched it into her fists.&nbsp; The cold air stung her cheeks as she looked into the wind.<br><br>“Ewan?&nbsp; Is… is it really you?&nbsp; Are you there?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 04:20:15</strong>
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				Seeing Beth, the state she was in, Ewan could hardly hold back the tears stinging at his eyes, blinking rapidly to hold them back. Without a word, he moved over to her, standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her tightly.<br><br>“You're freezing cold, Beth,” he said, still at barely more than a whisper, fearing if he spoke any louder, his voice would crack. “It's really me, I'm really here. I'm sorry I haven't visited more often, but I promise I'll stay a while.” he said, trailing off into a drawn-out sigh, followed by a pause. “You don't look too good,” he finally went on, speaking up ever so slightly, “I thought things were looking up when I left. You shouldn't be alone like this. I . . . there's so much I'd like to say right now, but ... how are you, Beth? Really, how are you – be honest now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 20:26:59</strong>
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				Beth laid her head back on Ewan’s chest as he hugged her.&nbsp; Tears streamed down her face.&nbsp; Her friend was here, finally here.&nbsp; She felt his warm arms around her, the warmth almost hurt her icy skin.&nbsp; She listened to him, to his questions, and she dropped her head.&nbsp; She hated telling him how she really was, but she’d never lied to him and never would.<br><br>“I’m just as you found me Ewan.&nbsp; I’m the same inside as I am out.&nbsp; I’m alone, blind, and very cold.&nbsp; That’s how I’m meant to be.&nbsp; Fate gave me this and I have to live with it.&nbsp; I live in my own dark world and no one can share it with me or take me out of it.&nbsp; I… I’ve missed you so much, but you should go now.&nbsp; I’m not good company any more.&nbsp; People around me die, remember?&nbsp; No one that I love stays with me…. not even…. oh just go Ewan, go!”<br><br>Beth burst into tears that she couldn’t control.&nbsp; She held her face in her hands as she shivered from the northern winds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 02:27:18</strong>
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				Ewan gave his head a gentle shake, and though she couldn't see it, he knew she'd somehow feel it. "I'm not going," he managed to say, hugging her even more firmly than before. His desire to lift her spirits and to keep her safe was selfish, he admitted that. It was almost cruel, in a sense, an abuse of someone incapable of defending themselves from it. Because even as it made her feel better, he felt better, and that was at the heart of it. Sometimes he worried that was all there was to it, that had she not been in such a state, he would not even have befriended her.<br><br>He knew that to be a lie, on the good days. But then the doubt would creep up on him unexpectedly, and he'd worry that for all the time he'd known her, it had all been for selfish reasons.<br><br>Standing there, however, behind her, arms wrapped around her, his face so close to hers, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, not because she needed protection, not because he saw a weakness to be taken advantage of, but because she was beautiful, both outside and inside - her weakness only added to that beauty. It wasn't the first time he'd felt it, and the thought made him tremble ever so slightly, with that familiar blend of excitement and dread. Yet all the same, in spite of all promises to himself that this time would be different, his voice in his head urging him to do it, he knew it would be just like every other time he'd nearly done so, with anyone.<br><br>Except that, on that day, he did kiss her. He had hugged her, and then he had turned ever so slightly, to nuzzle into her, and somehow their lips had met. It was hardly a real kiss at first, and he pulled away almost as quickly. Before he had time to regret it, however, or think of what a stupid thing it was he had done, he'd leaned closer again, pecking her on the lips, properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 17:04:57</strong>
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				Beth was completely surprised when Ewan kissed her.&nbsp; She hadn't expected anything like that at all.&nbsp; She thought it was a mistake at first.&nbsp; Then she believed it to be a joke to lighten her mood.&nbsp; Then came the real kiss.&nbsp; What did it mean?&nbsp; What was he trying to do, to say?<br><br>Her confusion was frustrating.&nbsp; She only knew one way to deal with frustratiosn... and that was with anger.&nbsp; "What are you doing?&nbsp; You're gone so long then think you can come back here and do THAT?&nbsp; I care for you Ewan, more than I've ever told you.&nbsp; There are many things I'd love you to give to me, but your pity isn't one of them.&nbsp; You can't kiss me just because you feel sorry for me.&nbsp; If I want that all I have to do is go the the dean or head mistress.&nbsp; They treat me like I'm made of glass.&nbsp; I'm not, do you hear me?&nbsp; I'm tough and I'm mean and....."<br><br>Beth's words trailed off and she burst into tears.&nbsp; She was weak and lonely and her spirti was broken.&nbsp; She knew all of that but didn't want Ewan to se it.&nbsp; She felt like a failure at life and love and she didn't want to disappoint Ewan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 20:38:28</strong>
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				Shock was the first thing he felt, then fear and embarrassment. <em>What are you doing</em>, those were words he had dreaded to hear. After so many missed opportunities, he'd simply gone ahead and done it, only to make a fool of himself.<br><br>Hearing her go on, however, hearing the reasons <em>why</em>, was enough to make some of the fire in his cheeks die down. He shook his head as she went on, ending with her in tears. When he tried to explain it to her, his voice had failed him completely.<br><br>Instead, he kissed her again. He'd gone that far, no sense in not taking it all the way. He kissed her more lovingly than the previous time, his hand on her neck, pulling her closer, until he pulled away again.<br><br>"It's not pity," he whispered, certain it was true. Hearing her suggest it, and knowing how he'd felt when she'd done so, he knew that wasn't it. "I've wanted to do it before, Beth. Believe me, I have," he went on, speaking more honestly than he'd ever done before. "You're beautiful, kind, intelligent, <em>unique</em>. I know you're tough, but you're not mean at all."
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				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 21:02:29</strong>
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				Beth leaned her forehead against Ewan's.&nbsp; "Well, that certainly didn't *feel* like pity.&nbsp; It was... very nice Ewan.&nbsp; I'll admit I've wanted you to do that for a long time, but for the right reason.&nbsp; If not pity, then what was it?&nbsp; What *do* you feel for me?"<br><br>She raised her cold hands to feel Ewan's face.&nbsp; His features had changed except for the small scar on his chin.&nbsp; He had grown, matured and filled out a little.&nbsp; "I see you've grown up.&nbsp; You look a little different to me now, even more handsome than I remember."<br><br>The tears returned to Beth's eyes.&nbsp; "Ewan, I've missed you.&nbsp; I'm so glad you're here.&nbsp; Can you stay a little while?&nbsp; Will we have much time together?"
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 22:05:33</strong>
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				Ewan finally managed a smile, the fear slowly disappearing. It'd worked out fine after all. "I feel ... attraction." he explained, no more, no less. Calling it love would only have cheapened the word; how could he know?<br><br>"I'm not leaving yet. I can't do that, now that I've kissed you. I had hoped .." he paused, biting his lip, still conscious about what he did, still somewhat fearing what her reaction might be. ".. I'd hoped to kiss you again, and .. see where that leads. I mean .. If you don't mind that, if there's not .. someone else, you know, anything. I'm here for you, you know, not because I miss the place, or anyone else. It's all for you, and partly for myself, as .. you know already. I heard you weren't feeling well at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 23:00:26</strong>
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				"The head mistress thinks I'm depressed.&nbsp; I think I'm just being realistic.&nbsp; As for someone else, who would have me?&nbsp; Look at me Ewan!&nbsp; I'm a mess, a useless mess.&nbsp; And that's why it's so hard for me to believe you're attracted to me."<br><br>She followed the contours of Ewan's face.&nbsp; She felt a sadness on it.&nbsp; "Are you ok?&nbsp; If you're worried about me, don't be.&nbsp; I'm fine.&nbsp; And, if you want to kiss me again, I won't say no, not now or ever.&nbsp; I loved it when you kissed me.&nbsp; For a moment, I almost felt....."&nbsp; Beth lowered her head, deciding it was time for her to stop talking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:49:02</strong>
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				"You're blind, Beth," Ewan said, shaking his head slightly. "You're blind, and in a wheelchair. You're not a mess. It's .. it's strange, actually - you never told me how that happened - how you went blind. Were you always, or did that have something to do with the accident, too?"<br><br>Almost reluctantly, he pulled away from her, finally letting go. He did not go far, however, simply turned the wheelchair, and pushed her from the window, to the couch, where he too could sit. He left her in the wheelchair as he sat down, but made sure she was close, and held her hand.<br><br>"You shouldn't dismiss her so easily, you know - the head mistress. Depression is serious, and .. it's not unlikely. I know I've felt .. less than good, a lot. I know what that's like. I think this place tends to have that effect, given .. well, the backgrounds of the children here, their .. situations. It's only natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 15:21:59</strong>
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				“But I don’t know how to stop it Ewan.&nbsp; I’m in a pit I can’t crawl out of.&nbsp; I feel like I’m sinking lower and lower and I’ve no one to reach out and take my hand.&nbsp; I’m not happy Ewan, not about anything.&nbsp; I can’t remember the last time I laughed or even smiled.&nbsp; I’m alone…. I don’t want to be alone.”<br><br>Beth squeezed Ewan’s hand tightly.&nbsp; “I’m thinking of leaving here Ewan, I just don’t know where I’m going yet or how or when…. I need to make plans but I don’t know where to start.&nbsp; I’m so tired… I’m tired of this place and my life.&nbsp; I need something, a change, but I don’t know what.”<br><br>“Ewan, I… I liked your kisses.&nbsp; You just surprised me.&nbsp; I love it that you’re here, I just want it to be for the right reasons, ok?&nbsp; Could you…. help me to the couch, please?&nbsp; I want to feel normal for a little while and really sit next to you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:07:12</strong>
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				Ewan listened intently, nodding as she spoke, though he knew she couldn't see him do so. When she asked to sit next to him, he nodded again, rising from his seat to help her sit next to him, his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. "You feel normal yet, Beth?" he asked, grinning faintly, though he did not particularly like implying she was somehow not.<br><br>"I've never thought of you as any less normal than me, Beth, and certainly no less of a person," he went on, in a more serious, though encouraging tone, "even though you are <em>different</em>. You're in a bad situation - I'd know, I've spent nearly all my life in this place - and on top of that, you can neither walk nor see, but that doesn't mean you can't be happy, successful, any number of things. It can be hard to see it all from that pit you mentioned, though, but at the risk of sounding cliché, I'm here to take your hand, and help you out of it."
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				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 17:43:18</strong>
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				Ewan's warm body felt wonderful against Beth's icy cold skin.&nbsp; "Yeah, this is better.&nbsp; I somehow don't feel so much like a useless lump when I'm out of that chair."<br><br>Beth leaned her head against Ewan's shoulder.&nbsp; "Ewan, I know you mean well, but it took longer than a day for me to fall into this pit, it will take more than a day for me to climb out of it.&nbsp; You asked how I lost my sight.... well, I was born blind Ewan.&nbsp; My family was wonderful about it.&nbsp; They taught me to do so much, most anything a sighted person can do.&nbsp; But now... why?&nbsp; Why would I want to do anything?&nbsp; I'm alone Ewan, who's going to care?"
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 02:52:27</strong>
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				Ewan held her close, touching the cold skin of her hands, and laying his head against hers, trying to warm her with his own body. How anyone could have left her alone like that - how no one could have noticed that something wasn't right - was beyond him. Perhaps it was because he had felt much the same way, or maybe they thought it only natural, given her condition. Whatever the reason, he was not about to let it happen again.<br><br>"I'll break that thing, if you like," he said, chuckling, ever so faintly. "Reminds me of a song. Never mind that, though, you probably don't know it. You're too young," he said, again chuckling.<br><br>"Why not? There's only one thing separating you from a person with sight - namely sight. I know that's probably no comfort, at least not now, and I know you can't just pull yourself up by the bootstraps, just like that, but let's not dig that hole any deeper, mm? You're far from useless, even though you've convinced yourself otherwise, and you're far from alone. So, chin up, mm? Try, at least? You're very pretty when you smile genuinely."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 14:12:01</strong>
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				Beth leaned over and rested her head on Ewan's shoulder.&nbsp; She breathed in slow and deeply then let out a long sigh.&nbsp; "You always were so good to me.&nbsp; I think you're good *for* me too.&nbsp; I feel better already Ewan, just having you here, even if it's only for a little while."<br><br>She rubbed her stomach as she felt it grumble.&nbsp; She had barely eaten the last few days and it was catching up with her.&nbsp; "Hey, I'm starving.&nbsp; What do you think about raiding the kitchen like we used to do?&nbsp; Want to go see what left overs the cook has wrapped up in there?"<br><br>Beth put her arms around Ewan and hugged him tightly.&nbsp; It took a long time for her to let him go and she was crying when she finally did.&nbsp; "Oh Ewan it's so good to be with you again."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 02:56:03</strong>
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				"Why don't I go fetch you something instead? I think you deserve being pampered, for once. Besides, it's not like I can get into trouble," Ewan suggested, smiling, and letting her know he was smiling by giving her a gentle squeeze. "I won't be long, I promise, and after that, after I've fed you like a proper Queen, we'll talk some more. Because I care for you, and I want you to know I'm serious - I need you to know. Mm, while I'm off, don't suppose you'd like me to fetch you - us - a blanket as well?"<br><br>Ewan was already getting up by the time he'd finished, but lingered, with her arms around him. "I'm not leaving you," came his whispered promise, "I'm just getting us something to eat," and he removed her arms, and kissed her. "Just a sec," he said, as he turned to leave. <em>Don't go anywhere</em>, he'd almost said, but thankfully managed to stop himself. It'd been years. Would she accept such irony from him, or take offense?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Trust (Hemingway and ShyOne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shy One</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:42:51</strong>
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				Beth felt how hard Ewan was trying to make her happy.&nbsp; She was still sad but didn't want him to know it.&nbsp; She forced a smile on her facve and tried to joke with him.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I'll be right here when you get back.&nbsp; I promise I won't run away."&nbsp; She didn't know how he'd take her joke but she had to try to get herself in a better mood.<br><br>"Hey, that blanket you're talking about.... that's for the two of us to cuddle under together, right?&nbsp; I'd love to curl up in the floor with you, in front of the fireplace in the library.... is that ok?&nbsp; And maybe some munchies... and we can tell each other stories, kind of catch up?"&nbsp; 
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