The Glossy Eyes

Chapter 8: Mr. Dark voice

Alannah lay in the sterile hospital room, her senses heightened in the hushed atmosphere. The doctor had just finished examining her, assuring her that she was going to be alright. The physical wounds would heal, but the emotional scars would take time.

As the doctor prepared to leave, Alannah gathered the courage to ask about the bills. Her heart sank, realizing that medical expenses could add to her already burdened life. "Doctor, how much do I owe for the treatment?" she inquired, her voice laced with apprehension.

The doctor's voice softened as he replied, "Alannah, you don't need to worry about that. Your medical expenses have already been taken care of."

Alannah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Taken care of?" she repeated, her voice tinged with surprise.

"Yes," the doctor affirmed. "A generous man has paid for your treatment. He specifically requested that you not be burdened by any financial concerns."

Alannah was taken aback, her mind racing to make sense of this unexpected act of kindness. Who could this mysterious person be? And why had he gone to such lengths to help her? He saved her in the ally, and took her to the hospital. Now he paid for her hospital bills as well?

The doctor handed Alannah a small envelope. "This was left for you," he explained. "He specifically asked to give it to you."

Carefully, Alannah opened the envelope and gently ran her fingers over the raised dots on the paper. Braille. Her heart skipped a beat as realization washed over her. Someone had not only paid for her treatment but had also taken the effort to communicate with her in a way she could understand.

With anticipation and curiosity, Alannah traced the lines of the note with her fingertips, deciphering the message written in braille. The words formed beneath her touch, but as she read them, a smile crept across her face.

The note contained a delightful mix of errors and misspellings that could only be attributed to someone's attempt at learning braille from an online source.

"I hope your find now and hope you start remembering are meetings."

Alannah couldn't help but chuckle at the charming mistakes in the note. It was clear that someone had put in effort to create this message, even if their grasp of braille was less than perfect. The genuine intention behind the note touched her heart, and the errors added an unexpected layer of humor to the situation.

As Alannah walked along the familiar streets, her mind wandered back to the encounters she had with the mysterious person. She replayed the conversations, the moments of intrigue, and the fleeting familiarity she felt when hearing his voice.

Alannah focused on recalling the sound of his voice, straining her memory to connect the dots. She closed her eyes, shutting out the visual world around her, and allowed her other senses to take over. She listened intently to the sounds of the bustling city—the honking of cars, the chattering of passersby, the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

As she concentrated on the timbre and cadence of his voice, fragments of their previous encounters played in her mind. His voice had a certain warmth, a distinct resonance that she couldn't quite place. It was as if it held a secret melody that stirred something deep within her.

With each step, Alannah's determination grew. Lost in her thoughts, Alannah found herself standing outside her apartment building. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. Opening the door, she entered her humble abode, greeted by the familiar scents and sounds that filled her sanctuary.

As she settled into her surroundings, Alannah couldn't shake the feeling that the answer to her questions lay just beyond her grasp. The memory of her savior's voice danced on the edges of her consciousness, teasing her with its elusiveness. She knew that finding the truth would require patience, perseverance, and a willingness to explore the unknown.

As Alannah sat in her apartment, the room enveloped in a serene silence, a sudden surge of recognition coursed through her veins. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a memory that had been tucked away in the depths of her mind.

Her eyes widened with realization, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and she recalled their encounters vividly. She remembered the sound of Nathaniel's voice, the cadence that had captivated her from the very beginning.

In her mind's eye, she could hear the man from hotel. The memories flooded her consciousness, like a melody long forgotten but suddenly rediscovered.

"He's the one," Alannah whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and delight. She marveled at how his voice had resonated with her, leaving an indelible impression that transcended the physical realm.

Every word they had exchanged, every moment they had shared, came rushing back to her. The charm and intrigue, the sparks of connection that had ignited between them, now painted a vivid picture in her mind.

Alannah's heart swelled with a sense of wonder and gratitude. The mystery of Nathaniel's identity had unraveled before her, and in its place stood the realization of a profound connection that defied the limitations of sight.

With newfound clarity, Alannah picked up the braille note once again. The imperfectly transcribed words now held a deeper meaning. Her fingertips gently traced the braille characters, as if deciphering the message imprinted on her soul.

Alannah continued to ponder her encounter with the mysterious Nathaniel, a mischievous glimmer in her blind eyes. "I wonder," she mused aloud, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "If this Mr. Bee who keeps hovering around me is as handsome as his dark, deep, and husky voice."

She twirled a strand of her hair, her mind filled with whimsical thoughts. "Oh, what if he's got a chiseled jawline that could cut through ice? Or maybe piercing eyes that could melt hearts with just one glance?" Alannah's imagination painted vivid pictures, each one more swoon-worthy than the last.

"But hold on a second," she interrupted herself with a giggle. "Looks aren't everything, are they? It's what's inside that truly counts. Maybe he has a heart as big as an elephant or a sense of humor that could rival the greatest comedians. Who knows?"

Alannah chuckled, her fingers dancing along the strings of her violin absentmindedly. "Of course, I'll have to get to know him first before I can make any judgments," she reasoned. "Looks can be deceiving, after all. But a little bit of eye candy wouldn't hurt, would it?"

She giggled softly, her violin resting against her chest. "Besides, beauty is subjective, and in my world of darkness, true beauty lies in the melodies, the laughter, and the kindness that people share. So, Mr. Dark voice, whether you're handsome or not, let your voice be the enchantment that captures my heart.

With a playful wink in the direction of her reflection in the mirror, Alannah straightened her posture and adjusted her imaginary detective hat. "Alright, Mr. Dark voice, if you're as good-looking as your voice is good-hearing, prepare yourself. Alannah is ready to face the dashing enigma that is you!"

And with that, a twinkle in her blind eyes, Alannah embarked on her quest to solve the mystery and perhaps, just perhaps, to discover if her elusive Mr. Dark voice possessed not only a captivating voice but also the looks that could rival a Hollywood heartthrob.