“I wish I could see the stars.”

Kiel mutters as he sits on his bed, resting his head against Archer, his caretaker’s shoulder. It was late afternoon as rain poured down. The only sound being heard was the faint “putter patter” of the rain as it hit the windows. Archer breaks the silence by letting out a soft sigh. He had wished he could give Kiel everything, the ability to see, and to live a wonderful life of color, despite his illness. But he knew it was impossible. All he could do was keep Kiel company and wait for when he didn’t need him anymore.

“You know I’d do anything to make you able to see again no matter what,”

He finally speaks up in a soft and caring tone. He gently wraps his arm around Kiel’s shoulder holding him close and gently rubbing circles on the area, and they sit in silence.

After some time, the rain stops and the room goes completely silent. Archer can feel Kiel slowly drift off to sleep, his lost glossy eyes on the verge of shutting. They finally close leaving Kiel in a light sleep, still resting on Archer’s shoulder. As Kiel sleeps, he falls in and out of dreaming occasionally taking small breaths and sighs. Archer smiles at Kiel sleeping, gently taking in the sight of a smaller sleeping man. He sits like this for quite some time, enjoying every second.

The sun had set, the sky now displayed colors of reds, grays, and soft hues of blue. Kiel slowly but surely starts to wake up. The cool breeze from the open window guides his eyes open. His eyes are a bit dry as he flops his arms out, patting the bed looking for Archer. Seeing this Archer gives out a chuckle and speaks up.

“Right here,” He gently pokes Kiel’s hand, signaling that he really was there. Kiel lets go of a deep breath and faintly smiles.

“Thank god, I thought you left.” Kiel grabs a hold of his arm, making sure he was there then slowly stood up. Kiel did a small stretch and then sighed again.

Without warning, Kiel let go of Archer’s hand and jumped back onto the bed with a plop, and then giggled. At this Archer sighs.

“Why must you be like this?” He groans annoyed. “You’re acting like a child,” Archer leans down and sits on the edge of the bed.

“You know you need to get ready for bed right?” He informs again.

“Yeah yeah,” Kiel scoffs. “But i just woke up why do I have to go to bed again,” He jokes and smiles, hoping that Archer would give in and let him stay up a bit later. But like anyone would Archer sighs, and shook his head in disagreement.

“It’s not my fault you decided to take a nap and then wake up when the sun starts to set,” He states a bit annoyed. With this, Kiel crosses his arms and pouts he knew Archer was right but he didn’t like it.

Kiel reluctantly agrees and groans.

“Can you lead me to the bathroom?” Archer nods and takes his hand leading the way.

Archer guides the way, taking slow steps and turns down the hallway to the bathroom. He stations Kiel next to the counter and turns the sink on while handing Kiel his toothbrush. Kiel brushes his teeth slowly, trying to pass time. The sun sets even more, now displaying the black midnight sky as Kiel finishes getting ready by freshening up and changing. Once he was done Archer led him back out and to the bed.

“Hey Archer?” Kiel asks softly. Archer looks over waiting for his question.

“You will be here when I wake up right?” He looks up, with a hint of doubt on his face.

“Yes Kiel I’m always here when you wake up,” He says with a chuckle. Kiel lays down and tucks himself in before speaking softly.

“Okay,” His words slur, almost on the verge of falling asleep.

“Goodnight,” He faintly smiles and falls asleep.

The room is dimly lit, as Kiel slips into a deep sleep. But on the other end of the room sits Archer, in a small armchair. Archer sits there quietly as his mind ponders.

His thoughts drifted off to one question that was always on the back of his mind. He always wondered when Kiel was going to let him go, when Kiel didn’t need help and would find someone else, or when Kiel would get sick of him and hate him. This thought would always haunt him, making him worry and panic, but that feeling would always go away the second Kiel smiled, walked into a room, or even asked for the slightest help.

Archer takes one glance at Kiel, before standing up and giving Kiel a light pat on the shoulder before shutting the lights off and leaving the room.

His footsteps echo down the hall and down the stairs, as he enters the living room. There sat both of Kiel’s parents. They had a subtle look on their face but also a hint of arrogance. Archer walks further into the room and speaks up.

“Um… Kiel is sleeping,” Archer exclaims, a bit on edge with the parents in the room. Kiel’s mother nods before speaking up.

“It’s about time,” She says in an arrogant and snotty tone.

Kiel’s mother was never the type to be nice and kind, she was your average snotty rich housewife who did nothing but attend dinner parties and talk shit about other women and their lifestyles. She never really ever cared for Kiel, since he was disabled, thinking that he was a screw up and there was no point for his existence.

Hence the reason for Archer being Kiel’s caretaker, even after he was of age.

Then there was Kiel’s father, also rather arrogant but never really there. He was a wealthy businessman, who married for an heir to take over his business, and traveled a lot. But when Kiel was born blind and disabled he was displeased and often ignored Kiel and was always out of town.

With both of Kiel’s parents either ignoring him or out of the house, he spent most of his time alone or now, with Archer.

Archer takes a few more steps into the room and sits in the chair opposite of Kiel’s mother and father. The tension was high in the room with both the parents silently judging Archer like they would anyone they’d ever meet. After some long tense prolonged silence Mr. Winter speaks up.

“You know, that kid will never be able to do anything by himself,” He snickers. Archer winces at his remark, how can someone talk so low about their own child. Treating them like they are discarded trash.

Mrs. Winter nods at her husband’s statement. “There is no point in caring for him when he can even see straight,” She jokes with a smirk on her face. For someone with so much wealth she could be a bitch.

Archer refrains from snapping at them and just faintly nods. He never understood why they hated Kiel so much, but that was the way it was and he just went with it, except he was the only one who was actually nice to Kiel.

“I will also be heading to bed,” Archer exclaims quietly after a few minutes, before leaving the room and heading up the stairs.

He trudges up the stairs to a small room with only a bed and desk. The room was connected to Kiel’s by a small door, so that he could check up on him and tend to his every need.

Archer goes and sits on the edge of his bed and slowly exhales, as he pulls off his shirt and pants. He replaces his pants with a pair of shorts, leaving Archer half bare. Archer walks over to the door and turns the light off before leaning back on the bed and sighing. With one last sigh, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Sleep takes over and Archer is pulled into a dream. In his dream he meets Kiel, standing in a field of flowers but in his dream he wasn’t blind. He had a bright smile stretched across his face and was laughing. Archer had never seen Kiel this happy before, was it because he was dreaming? Or because Kiel wasn’t blind? Archer moves closer, reaching his hand out to touch Kiel. Though as he does Kiel dissipates, into thin air. Archer runs up to Kiel as he vanishes but immediately wakes up, out of breath, shaking, and panting.

He lays still, the fresh image of non blind Kiel, who was smiling, remained. What did this dream mean and why did he have it in the first place? This thought wandered in Archer’s mind for awhile, as he lay awake still shaken up by his dream from a few minutes before.

The night passed and Archer lay awake. Hours on end went by and Archer still could not fall asleep. The image of Kiel was still lingering in his mind. This may have changed everything for Archer. Could he ever see Kiel this happy or would it always be a dream? This thought carried him into a poor and restless sleep.