Or better yet, he can heal Ryan's mouth, like he did with my eyes.
A small spark of hope flared in my heart.
He could even bring Jason back to life. He's an angel so why not?
I stopped at a crosswalk. "Lucian, please. I need you."
A few cold drops of rain plopped onto the top of my head.
Standing at the curb, waiting for the walk signal, I marveled at the ability to see the street alive with cars. Before, I would've waited here with my cane, and one or both of the boys.
But now, I stood waiting with my seeing eyes and as alone in the world as I could be.
"Please, Lucian."Although I knew I begged, I didn't care. I needed him to wrap me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay, that he'd right what had happened.
The green walk sign flashed.
I looked both ways, even though my ears told me both sides of traffic stopped by the sound of the idling engines.
Old habits die hard, I guess.
Adjusting to my new sense of sight would take a while, but at least it wasn't a totally foreign learning experience. Having had vision as a small kid, I began remembering not just what things truly looked like, but the brightness of the world.
If I could just feel that brightness in my heart, I thought.
The walk home took an hour. At several points, I'd had to close my eyes and focus on the smells and sounds to lead me in the right direction.
My life as I had known it was gone, and this new world of light and horrific sights melded together until my stomach twisted in knots.
"Lucian, please don't ignore me."
My only answer was the screech of tires on pavement as the driver swerved to avoid hitting me.
Somehow, I'd become so wrapped in my thoughts I'd stepped off the curb and into the street.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" yelled the driver, a balding man who leaned out of the open window. "Are you fucking blind?"
I shook my head, leaped back onto the walkway, and hunched my shoulders, letting my long hair fall to either side of my face.
No, I'm not blind, but I still swim in a lightless void in my mind.
Finally, I reached home and slammed the front door, collapsing into a kitchen chair.
From the window, only a stony gray light beamed through the glass. A rumble of thunder flashed and shook the tiled floor.
My phone, still in my back pocket, vibrated, then began chirping. I fished the phone out and flipped it open, my fingers knowing the exact button to push before I even had a chance to glance.
"Hello?" I held my breath. Few people had my phone number, and I prayed it was Ryan calling, telling me everything was going to be fine. Maybe he even needed me to—
"Ms. Sill?" asked a scratchy female voice I didn't recognize.
"Y-yes. This is Anna." Glancing at my thumb, I moved it to my mouth and began chewing on the nail.
"Uh." She cleared her throat. "Hi. Mr. Ryan Allen wanted me to—"
"He's awake now?" I jumped to my feet. Obviously, he was awake, or he couldn't have asked her to call me. My heart pounded in my chest.
"Yes, but—"
