Has anyone ever wondered what would it be if you were blind?Has anyone thought of only seeing black?
Cause if so, I'll tell you what it is: Hell.
All I wanted to do is cry my way out of this pitch darkness. All I ever do is cry, yet I can't even see myself with pitiful tears rolling down my cheeks.
Ridiculous of me...
"Don't you think like that!" A familiar voice, that certain voice that encouraged me to feel brighter. That's the only voice I wanted to hear for my whole life. Mike's voice.
His calm, soothing, encouraging voice.
I don't even know why I deserve someone like him. I mean- A blind dating a guy she hasn't seen ever in her whole life. And after he asked the question, she responds with a happy, cheerful, and ecstatic 'yes!'
That's one heck of a love story.
"No but seriously, have you seen the pepper?-" Asked Mike, he cuts himself off and said, "Nevermind..."
I sat in silence and continued to eat breakfast. I know clearly that the other end of the table is Mike, so I don't usually worry when he's around. But whenever he's gone to work, I feel paranoia around me.
"Are you gonna finish that?" He asked. I followed my head directly to the voice, now, I guess, facing Mike.
"I can't." I responded, croaking out the words.
"What's the matter?" I hear footsteps coming from the side. It's hard to hide feelings, especially when you're a light person with many good intentions.
"I w-want to s-s-ee.." I stuttered the longing words I've been hiding.
I felt Mike caressing my face and tried to comfort me. His arm now wrapped on to my shoulder and rubbed it. "Why is it that God chose me to be a blind?..."
"You'll see again soon."
"Soon?" I followed his voice, turning to him, "That could mean never!"
"That could also mean later."
Silence... No noises, no sounds, no voices, just pure silence. Then my cries fill the room. Such noisy cries. All he did was hugged me in comfort and silently.
"I know how much you wanted to see, but hey, we can't give up yet!" He said in encouragement.
"Y-your right.." I finally stopped myself, leaning onto him. "I should have hope..." I added.
"Everyone has to."
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"I'm home!" A loud yell coming from the front door, and then a huge thump after. I stumbled my way as I held the walls for support. Mike's home, I'm excited to see- Hear him.
"Welcome home!" I cheerfully said, still not letting go of the wall. "How was work?" I asked.
"It's the same, like everyday, what have you been doing?"
"It's the same, like everyday," I repeated his sentence in tease. I received a light hug and a playful punch. It hurts, only because love hurts.
"I have something to tell you~" He gave me another hug as he said.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"Well, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Now here's the thing, I have never went on a date before like ever. Ever since I was blind, I was being avoided, even by my own parents. They didn't like the responsibility. And ever since then, I was kept inside the house, solitude. Never breathe the nice flowing of fresh air, the birds chirping the day as if it's their last, the sound of people and cars only muffled inside my room. It's unlucky of me.
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Wish me Goodbye
Short StoryTwo teenagers bound to be together, but unfortunately, obstacles were there to stop them from their relationship. Is it because the girl was blind? Ofcourse, a curse that they fail to accomplish. Curing the girl is impossible, and so is their relati...