Blind Mans Love - Male x Reader

Chapter 3 - Feel

After months he had finally convinced her to visit his place and she finally had made the time for it. He had a surprise for her and it was finally finished.

'Here we are. It's hard to explain the place, you know, but I hope Alana keeps it nice.'

'Oh right, Alana, she visits and helps you doesn't she?' She tries to remember the name of someone he only rarely brought up about his life.

'I never could tell exactly when she is around but she might be out at this time.'

She checked the time on her phone. 4pm.

'Alana I'm back and I brought a guest.' He yelled from the entrance and waited for an answer.

Y/n followed him further and noticed the place was clean and roomy but there were still paintings around, four maybe? They were all set on their own easel lined up next to a table where the paints were stored. She could see there wasn't much to either of them yet.

'So how do you paint? How do you choose colors?'

'I don't. I don't know colors but I hear there are many.'

'Wow. They must all come out different. You don't ask for any help?'

'Sometimes I drop a brush and need help finding it or cleaning.' He giggles.

'Anyway. Let me show you the rest of them. I have made so many. Alana says she keeps them in the spare room over that way.'

He opens the door and stands aside for her to see into the room.

'Uh.... she said they were in here? Do you... ever ask to see your paintings after she puts them away?

'Don't be silly. I paint them and then I am done, no use for me beyond that. Well, one day I want them all to be shown together for others but... I haven't got enough made yet. I don't have any connections to show them anywhere either.'

'But where are they?' All she could see was an empty room and a desk.

He had considered maybe she wasn't joking and he walked in trying to feel for the canvasses, grabbing nothing but air.

'What? Where are they?' He really was confused just as she was now.

'I'll have to ask Alana where they are when she comes back from break.' He says innocently, thinking it was just his mistake.

'I swear she put them all away in this room.' He mumbles almost to himself and something caught her eye.

When she went over to the desk there were some papers left out of the files and when she looked there were pictures in the bottom half of the sheets with words above.

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Piece #4
Purchased January 7
$100

Piece #6
Purchased March 4
$140

Name of Seller: Alana Barnes
——-

(Oh. No. How can I tell him. Should I?)

'I... don't think they are here anymore..'

'Huh?'

'There are papers here with pictures of art and descriptions... especially details of purchasings.'

A shock ran through him and his hair stood on end. He didn't bother asking for one of the papers, it was not needed, that was the most reasonable explanation. Now it made sense, didn't it?

'A-are you sure?'

She double checks the paper.

'Is her last name Barnes?'

And then his shock evolved into anger, he tightened his grip on the cane.

——Alana's phone call. Second Half—-
Yeah I got lucky with this one he is like a gold mine. He can practically take care of himself  but sometimes I change the furniture just a little so when he bumps into things I still look useful. Yeah it's also funny to see him walk into the couch after I moved it again. I know, I got it made.
—-
*bang* A door is shut.

'Oh you're home, I brought your groceries.'

'That's fine Alana, I'll be sure to pay you back.' He calls out to her with a fierce, unforgiving tone.

'Where you at? Oh over here~' She stops at the room when she sees y/n standing inside, and worse, holding the documents.

'Oh no need to clean up in here I can do it myself.' She tries to pull them from
y/ns hands and hide the evidence but y/n  didn't let her even touch them.

'Clean up? I think you have done all the cleaning you could have ever done here. In fact, you cleaned things out so well I don't think I will be needing you anymore.'

She knew she was caught. She got angry.

'What was I supposed to do! You paint so much, what could it hurt to get rid of them huh? You can't even see them! I knew if she came over I wouldn't be needed anymore.'

He holds a stern face and after all of that he simply ends her with.

'Get. Out.' As he glared blankly in her direction without even a quiver of his lip.

'Fine. Then I'll be taking my things and going.'

'No. Get Out.' He said again.

She didn't try again to take them and left with her things, minus what was in the desk.'

'I'll be taking legal action for sure.' He said angrily after she left.

With a little effort and time we, I, forced the rest of the desk open and found the other sheets.

'Well... the art isn't here but I can see what you painted. Huh? Are you okay?'

'There was something I just wanted you to see. Now it is gone.'
—-
Over time, convicting Alana of her crimes we learned more about her schemes after things were settled.

'She would have exposed me and it was good money. If anyone came over of course I would be caught. People pay extra when they see paintings by a blind man you know, that's why I made sure you couldn't call her again.'

He tried to stay calm in his seat but finding out why he was never able to contact y/n again he just about yelled profanities at her which was far from his character and he was in front of important people that demanded respect for fair justice.

Instead he sat, jaw clenching and brows deep, but no one noticed with his dark glasses and serious expression he maintained the entire session. Y/n sat nearby and saw his fingers firmly tapping his cane.
He pieced it all together, Alana never really called her. The entire time he thought y/n put a fake number in his phone when they met.
He recalled the very day it happened.

Before each party left the room and went their own ways~

'Alana. I have one question, what happened to the piece I made for y/n, where did you take it.'

'Tch. Couldn't get my hands on that thing, you would ask everyday for me to put it out, to add another layer of paint or just to feel it and you always knew which one was the right one too.'

'Where is it.' He repeats.

'Why don't you go see for yourself.' She smirked rudely.
—-

'Looks like that was a success huh? She has to return all the money, too bad the art wasn't her property anymore.' Y/n tried to cheer him up.

'She made a lot from my shortcomings, but people don't buy my art because they like it. It is because a blind man made them. They just pitied me. She took advantage of me, that's what hurt most.'