Requested by the wonderful ~ @InkyRoyalty

I changed the plot a tad bit, hope that was okay!

I trudged through the rainy land of Whiterun and held my head down low. I had lost all my faith. During a battle with a dragon, I had lost my sight. I knew Skyrim well enough to know where I'm going without running into anything, but every now and then I would find myself running into people and earning a yell in anger. Speaking of, I ran into a fellow werewolf. I could tell because of the smell.
"I'm sorry, Y/n. Didn't see ya there." I could tell it was Vilkas from the thick accent, and the fact the Companions were popular. I tried to face him but couldn't, so he gently cupped my cheek and stroked it gently when he made me face him.
"N-no it's okay! Don't worry. I'm the one who should be apologizing..."
"How'd you know my name?" I remember my past and looked down.
"I... would rather not talk about it..." he nodded, or at least I think he did.
"I understand... why are you out here?" He asked.
"Looking for faith in this meaningless world." I earned a soft chuckle from him and he sighed.
"I've been there. Well, good luck."
"Thank you."

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I have climbed up an unknown mountain and hoped their were no trolls around. I peered out into the distance, wishing for my sight and praying to Talos that one day I will get my vision. But the chances of that were slim... not to mention with the war going on, shoot, even the wizards were too busy to help. I was going to jump off the edge of the mountain, but something kept me from doing so. That werewolf... Vilkas. I kept him in my thoughts and started to tear up. I had an idea of what he looked like.... before I went blind, I saw a banner of the Companions. Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela,... I mainly went for Vilkas when it came to looks. I still remember his warpaint... his dark hair... but now I only heard his accent.
"Y/n?" Almost realistic...
"Y/n, what are you doing?" Too realistic.
"V-Vilkas..." I moved my arms around to try to find the source of the voice and two hands grabbed mine, intertwining them together.
"What were you doing?!" He must have seen me get close to the edge. He pulled me back and sniffed the scent of wolf on me.
"I remember you!" He suddenly perked up.
"O-oh no... you do?" He held me close when he saw the tears trickle down my cheek.
"I do. You are the one who decided to betray the Companions... nearly killed Skjor." I looked down uncomfortably and he hugged me.
"But that was ten years ago..." he added. I felt my cheeks burn as more tears fell.
"We never did find a cure for... this... did we?" I asked Vilkas, motioning to myself.
"Your werewolf form? Actually, we did! About three years back." I nodded and shivered as more tears fell. He shushed me softly and began to sway us, rocking me to calm me down. The cold didn't help much, and I think he noticed this.
"I-I'm sorry, I... it's just... the world is falling apart! There's the war, I lost my sight,... what do I do n-now?!" I yelled. My face was pressed to his manly chest.
"You stay with me, dear..." I blushed and wrapped my arms around him, then my arms sunk so they were just on his chest. They rested there peacefully.
"Let's go home, love..."
"No! I... I can't!"
"Don't worry...." he gently kissed me and I kissed back.
"Everyone has already forgiven you. We miss our little Y/n."
"I'm... I'm sorry, Vilkas... I just..." He kissed me again, this time more passionately. Filled with meaning and love.
"I-okay.... I'll go..."

Reeeeee I'm sorry this was so different from the plot you gave me! I hope you still like it? It's better than the other stuff I've written on here.... c: hugs? Tissues?
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