And in a moment darkness covered his eyes as his body fell on the ground. a soft groan left his mouth as he slowly opened his eyes to see the same darkness again. He laid there like a dead body as if his feelings had faded.
It was a dream, what could I expect? One by one his eyes started shedding tears as if they were competing about which eye could shed more. His heart was aching but his hand rested still on the mattress. It's my fate after all.
He closed his eyes once again. What difference does it make? Whether my eyes are open or not I'm still useless. Realization hit him as he opened his eyes and hurriedly walked towards his painting. Stumbling upon things.
He sat in front of his canvas and grabbed the brush softly. A deep sigh left his mouth as his grip on the brush tightened. His hands moved on top of the canvas. Sweat dripping off his forehead, "Elara" He kept mumbling.
After almost 20 minutes he was done drawing the woman's face. He dropped the brush and touched the texture of his painting. Her eyes, her lips, her eyebrows, her nose, her hair and everything. Imperfectly perfect.
A huge smile plastered on his lips as the tears of joy escaped his eyes.
"Your beauty is unimaginable and it makes sense when I say that you don't exist. You can't exist, a beauty like this can't exist but I wish you did, Elara . I wish you were real"
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RandomIt has never occurred to Drystan that being blind is something he would ever dread , until that one dream he had. . . . . . This story is very short and has short chapters
