The sound of the engine thrummed through the car, a steady, comforting vibration that you had grown to associate with Damon’s presence. Ever since the accident that took your sight when you were just a child, you were left permanently blind, couldn’t do things like you used too. While others treated you with cautious pity, Damon had always approached your blindness with a mix of respect and determination. He never saw you as less capable, only differently abled.

When he had first asked what you wanted to do, your answer had been immediate and a bit cheeky—drive. It was something that had seemed impossible after the accident, a dream left in the past with so many others. But Damon, being Damon, took it seriously.

And here you were, sitting in the driver’s seat, your hands gripping the steering wheel, Damon in the passenger seat beside you. The car was in an empty parking lot—Damon had made sure of that after a few minor accidents during your earlier attempts. No harm had been done, but it had been a reminder of just how challenging this goal really was.

“Alright,” Damon’s voice broke through your thoughts, calm and steady. “You ready?”

You took a deep breath, nodding even though you couldn’t see him. His hand was already on the wheel, a safety measure you had both agreed on. You trusted him completely, knowing that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

In a world that had gone dark, Damon was the light that guided you through.