"I felt like I was dying inside. I was so nervous Hannibal. I had good
days, and good things did happen, but- I feared my attacker, long after he
was gone. I replayed my attack over and over in my head. That's not living.
Perhaps one day that would have stopped- I met so many people who were far
worse off than me, living amazing lives- I hoped I would be like them
eventually. ...But this? To have my eyes back, to feel like I'm in control
again? Oh, there aren't words for how good it feels."
Even if the fear of being something terrible sometimes crept up on him now
and then... Even if he did wonder sometimes just what the price for this
life, or lack of, truly cost...
He pushed his hair back from his face, and smiled brightly again, pushing
those fears aside in favour of enjoying himself.
"Let's not spoil the night dwelling on the past, hmm?" he said. "It's
Christmas after all. We should be drinking and making merry."
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Date: 2016-01-07 03:24 pm (UTC)"I felt like I was dying inside. I was so nervous Hannibal. I had good days, and good things did happen, but- I feared my attacker, long after he was gone. I replayed my attack over and over in my head. That's not living. Perhaps one day that would have stopped- I met so many people who were far worse off than me, living amazing lives- I hoped I would be like them eventually. ...But this? To have my eyes back, to feel like I'm in control again? Oh, there aren't words for how good it feels."
Even if the fear of being something terrible sometimes crept up on him now and then... Even if he did wonder sometimes just what the price for this life, or lack of, truly cost...
He pushed his hair back from his face, and smiled brightly again, pushing those fears aside in favour of enjoying himself.
"Let's not spoil the night dwelling on the past, hmm?" he said. "It's Christmas after all. We should be drinking and making merry."