Love is Blind

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Mysti, can you help carry this bag for a while?"

"Sure, Aunt Trish," she held out her hand, carrying the groceries her aunt had bought. I wish I could see, she thought. She hated it when she couldn't help with her aunt when buying food. She had wanted so much to help out. Her aunt had taken care of her ever since her parents had passed away. Though she couldn't remember what had happened, she was told that they had died in a car crash. That was how she had lost her sight too.

Over the years, she had re-learnt to do simple things by feeling and hearing like when pouring water for herself and brushing her teeth. It was much more difficult when she tried her hand at ironing. She had scalded her hands a couple of times. Aunt Trish had said she needn't do any ironing but Mysti had said she couldn't depend on her aunt forever. It had brought on an uncomfortable silence since it reminded them of her dead parents. It took quite a while but Mysti managed to iron the clothes without any problems for years now.

Cooking posed another problem since she couldn't see when frying eggs. Her aunt had joked, "Maybe you could find a husband who opens a restaurant."

"Well, he wouldn't mind cooking for me, but for life?" Sobered at the thought, the matter didn't come up again. They didn't speak again for a while, Trish busied herself at selecting the fresh vegetables for the next two days.

Suddenly, Mysti felt herself falling when she banged into someone hard as she rounded the corner. "Oh, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Someone was helping her up, his voice thrilled her very core and it made her feel alive all of a sudden.

"I'm just shaken, that's all," she gave a reassuring smile in the general direction of the voice.

"Mysti, we can go now. Oh, hello Ace. I see you've met Mysti, my niece," her aunt rarely spoke that fast, Mysti thought. Shrugging the thought away, she held out her hand; for a while, nothing and then shook hands with Ace, his touch was electrifying. "I'm sorry Ace, we've to go now." Mysti felt reluctant to let go but her aunt was pulling her away.

Mysti waited for her aunt's arm to link to hers. "Who's Ace?" Mysti asked when they were in the car after paying for the groceries.

"Ace? Well, he used to help me with the kids that I teach. He's good with them. They'd sit down and listen to him. I can't do that well as him though," her aunt laughed. "Why'd you ask?"

"Oh, just curious that's all. He sounded so gentle when he spoke," she closed her eyes to let her aunt know she didn't want to talk about the matter anymore. The rest of the ride was silent.

A few days later...

Opening the door to get the newspapers, Mysti hit someone with her head. "Ow!" A stray tear came out from the corner of her eye, she rubbed her forehead.

"I'm so sorry," him again! Mysti's heart rate picked up a little as he placed his hand on her head trying to make it better. Ace had been about to press the doorbell when it opened suddenly startling him. That was when he felt himself falling forward and hit Mysti on her head.

"Well, what did I hit this time?" the massage was good. She felt herself relax. He's not only good with kids but massage too, she thought.

"My backpack, luckily, I was carrying some soft toys," she could hear his smile in his tone the way he spoke of the toys.

"Are you here for my aunt?"

"Yes, is she home?"

"She went out earlier to get the kids ready for the play, she told me. Didn't she tell you?"