Blind Mans Love - Male x Reader

Chapter 4 - Taste

They looked again for the painting but did not find it. Y/n sighed and leaned, elbows over the back of the couch, she didn't want to make things worse by complaining about the obvious. He sat on the couch with his head back, already giving up. She waited for him to talk first but he didn't.

She sighed, walking toward the bathroom and noticed the hall closet was gaping open. Trying to close it, something fell out onto its side. She looked down on it, letting go of the door.

(No way.)

'Hey! I found another one! Here, try this.' She hurried back to the main room with the bulky square figure and holds the canvas in front of him to let him feel it out like he did the others.

'Hmmm.' He touched its surface and corners.

'Yes. This is the one, this is the one I made for you!'

Y/n: 'How can you tell? Are you sure?'

'Trust me, I can tell. Now put it on the easel and look at it the way it should be.' She really didn't think this was the one, that she found it in a closet, she barely saw it yet.

The whole piece was a blend of colors from one to the next, and in the center of it, a very blurred, abstract shape of a womans face.

'It looks like a person. You used soft, warm colors to make them and the background is dull, cold colors.'

'Ah. So it really is you.' He joked.

That is how he envisioned her, warm when others felt cold to him, to him she was never what was on the outside and the art showed it. He never was able to choose the colors, almost like another force led to them to be used in this way.
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I haven't been able to go see him for a few long weeks now, he was busy dealing with legal issues and Iwas at work, but now he asked me to come see him, saying it was important. He let me in and sat me down at the couch immediately. I couldn't read the mood but I could tell he had something to say. He sat so casually on the seat, turned to me with an arm over the back of the couch and the other on his lap. His fingers tapping each others tips in a beat.

'Y/n. I have been thinking, since we can't get my art back and all I have received is all of that compensation money what if I try to get my eyes fixed.'

'You mean Fixed, fixed? That is all still experimental procedures, what if something happens? You don't really need it anyway.'

'Look, I know you are perfectly content with me this way and so am I but... what if I could see.'

'Yeah, what if you could see. That doesn't matter that much to you, does it?'

'I'm serious about this, if it doesn't work what could I lose?'

'Uhm. Your eyes? You could lose your eyes, I don't know? I really don't know.'

He smiles greatly and laughs through his nose.

'I want to be apart of the innovation in helping the blind, there aren't many of us for tests and if I volunteer it could help.'

'That sounds like a rehearsed line to convince me, I know that isn't your real reason.'

'You caught me. I have lived a long life this way. I want to live differently now. I need to. Also, if I can't have my art anymore it just leaves me wanting so badly to see the one thing I do have left. You.'

Before he really didn't care about not seeing, he didn't have the funds anyway. But now with the chance he went from uninterested to eager. He didn't want to miss out anymore if she was around and he thought hard about it.

Y/n: 'I~ okay.'

He smiled again and scratched his head, scratching away the nerves.

Y/n: 'So.... when do you plan to do this.'

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'Follow us to the back and we can begin.' The nurse announced and opened the door to the interior of the building.

'It's time.' He said, sitting next to her in the chair that was now only partially comfortable after the first half hour of waiting.

'You know, when you can see, you're going to have to get used to moving your head toward the people you're talking to.'

He turns his head this time.

'Hey y/n, it's time for me to go.' He repeats with humorous sarcasm nodding his head enthusiastically and ending with his head tilted cutely to the side.

They stood and she hugged him, waving him away until he disappeared behind the door with the nurse. Now the real wait begins, and it was intense but she was still.... hopeful.

She had time to waste and time to think and as expected there was on HUGE question on her mind.

(When he sees me, what will he say?) I never felt so vulnerable about my appearance, he was going to be doing this for the first time. He would observe EVERYTHING and eventually gain a perspective on how others look compared to me.

(What if I am not good enough, he will go out and see all kinds of people now. Or worse, people will not avoid him anymore and what if they get interested. The basics of relationships I know, but it was easier when others were not even inclined to give him attention as weird as it is to have preferred it.)

After some hours they allowed her back to his room and she wandered in to see him laid down on a comfortable seat that kicks back like a long narrow bed. Large machines and devices lined the room below rows of cabinets, mirrors, lights, a screen on the wall, it was all there. The nurse dimmed the lights to near darkness as he was coming out of anesthesia. She explained to me the procedure was not long but the resting afterward was the longest portion.

'Sir, If you can hear me try wiggling your fingers.'

The nurse and I looked to them but they didn't move, at least for a few seconds until they lifted from the cushioned arm rests.

'Good.' She wrote on her clipboard.

With the new technology they used they were clear that they wanted him to recover as long as recommended. For one week he was to stay in bed or not go far from it and especially keep his eyes covered with the bandages. He had no qualms with the request since he would be able to manage as he always had but for the first night he stayed in bed asleep. She helped him with the small things and when she wasn't working she chose to visit, usually deciding to clean or offer him food or share a space in his bed for a nap as he would ask.

And finally the bandages came off. They sat up on the bed as she peeled it away, his hair was a little unclean after having bathed less than normal. He opted to only have the bandages changed every few days, having to wrap them over and over sounded like a hassle even if he weren't the one doing it.

She handed him some complimentary tinted glasses from the doctor, which were not dark but about the same as a pair of sunglasses. He was ready to open his eyes and for the first time see the world.

Y/n: 'Okay. You ready?'