Characters: Paige Guthrie and Matt Murdock Setting: New York City - Near the diner they ended up at last time. Content: Mild language from him is possible. Summary: Matt can see and not just the world around him but apparently dead people too. Freaking out doesn't even explain it. Of course being able to see a gorgeous girl is a plus.
He didn't know what to do first. A thousand times he had wondered what he would do if he ever got his sight back but that was when he was younger, hopeful that doctors would find some sort of way to heal his broken vision. Back then he found his powers were difficult to manage, made his life hell when things overwhelmed him senseless. These days the precision in the control of the heightened senses was something he didn't know how to function without. It was no wonder then that he felt so helpless without them despite being able to clearly see.
And then there was the other matter at hand.. his dead father walking about his bedroom, inspecting things like the law books written in braille and the red billy club resting atop his dresser. Everything was perfectly in it's place, a habit he learned long ago to make getting around easier. Matt watched the ghostly figure for the longest time, hand still clutched to his chest. Now he could believe he was seeing but what he was seeing baffled him.
"You're dead. You're not real," he choked out, cheeks damp. Matt wasn't the type of guy who would just weep at the drop of a pin. If he was crying it was obvious that whatever was making him do so was pretty bad. And just then his father turned, stared, and then disappeared. The pain in his chest ebbed away.
An hour later he was stumbling outside having forgone wearing anything too dressy for the occasion. He had been quick to pull on jeans and a shirt before he grabbed his coat and hurried outside. He had, up until that point, been staring at everything in his apartment and for a good ten minutes at himself in a mirror he had never used before. Matt didn't know what to think about the face he saw staring back at him. It was surreal because the image of himself he had was one of a scrawny twelve year old, not a well built, tall, strong jawed young man.
Everything around him, regardless of how plain it was to other people, had him staring and looking like he was a tourist or something. He couldn't help it! The sights, the lack of loud sounds and obvious smells? It was amazing, unexplainable.. a miracle. He had made his way toward his favorite diner but paused to stare at a small sapling of a tree set in a grate in the sidewalk.
"God. It's so green," green, he had forgotten green. Jesus, he loved green.