Blind Love

Chapter 2

The blindness started when I was innocently prancing the dusty aisles of my dad's factory when I was five. One moment I clearly remember trying to reach the only shiny visible object and the next, everything turned into a dark abyss.

Three weeks and four days later, I woke up as normal as anyone would in a hospital. I could hear the overly annoying sound of a food trolleys wheel circling the ward I was currently in. I might as well of been eating the disinfectant it was that strong throughout the hospital. The sound of high pitch voices brought me out of my train of thoughts as they started to come closer. I immediately sit up and tried lifting my heavy eyelids, but I couldn't. Everything was pitching black and I was terrified. I felt the impact of the world smash on top of me as I realised a very small detail I had miraculously not realised yet. I will now be classified as a citizen with a debilitating disability that will forever slow down my life's development as I couldn't see and wouldn't for a very, very long time.

For fourteen years I have learnt through all my other senses that are now immensely sharper and stronger than they once were, it made my new path in life a slight bit easier. As a clueless child I have walked this old, uneven path to and from the stunning park with my mother for a long time now. I know that if I hear the slow, heavy, punctual 11 o'clock bus slowing down to a stop on the side of the dirty street, I must turn right into the park entrance.

I stop and take in what is happening around me. I hear the morning sparrows happily greeting each other through their sharp and quick chirping. The sun is warming up my cold skin. I can hear delicate, soft rapids gently racing down the river off in the far north of the park as well as small kids having the time of their lives playing on the ancient wooden park.

I take seven large paces and a step to the left; searching for the cold, hard concrete bench in the shade of a large tree. Once I find it I take a seat. I close my eyes as they are of no use to me and I start listening, picturing what the world would look like. Would there be bees everywhere thriving off the flowers as a hungry bird watched from afar in her nest. Or would all the flowers be dead as I presume winter is creeping up slowly. It's the small things like this that make me unbelievably frustrated that I can't exactly see.

After sitting on the cold bench for a while now I'm still asking myself the same question I've been asking myself since I was released from the gross smelling hospital. Why did I have to lose my eyesight? Why couldn't it have been a limb instead? I would have preferred losing something, anything that wasn't as vital as my eyesight. But I guess I have learnt to live with it. I've had to, to survive.

Bringing me out of my internal rant was the sweet floral sent that infiltrated my senses to awaken at once. The footsteps that were nearing were soft and gentle as well as graceful. Her silky voice was clear and soothing, immediately bringing a half smile to my face. Her pace slowed down once she turned the corner and started heading my way. Her angelic voice stopped and it made it clear that she was using one of those social devices called a phone. I have always thought they were useless to me, being blind and all. The sound of her footsteps came nearer until they were right in front of me. I felt the palm of my hands become sweaty as I tried to work up some courage to talk to her but she already but me to it.

"Are you alright?" I heard her breath quicken with anticipation as she waited for an answer. The sweat was almost dripping off my forehead and my face was heating with embarrassment. "Yes, I'm fine," I mumbled slowly.

"Oh, ok, well that's good. Have a nice day."

She started walking off again but didn't get to far before I jumped up and called out,

"Hey! Wait a minute."

I made it about two steps before I trip and make a bigger fool of myself. I feel the wind fly around her as she bolts towards me, the concern showing through her actions as she helps me into a sitting position against the tree. I feel something crawl down my shoulder but it doesn't faze me. I'm too distracted by the throbbing coming from my arm. Her perfume becomes intoxicating when she chooses to sit next to me. We introduce ourselves and make small talk. Her name was Charlotte and she was eighteen, and her discovering my blindness when I asked an obvious question.

"What do you look like?"

She stopped talking and I felt her hard gaze on my humiliated face. She then stated the evident fact that I was blind. I slowly nodded, admitting my disability. I felt her shoulders against me move up and down in a shrug.

"I'm not going to tell you," she said mysteriously. I nodded and shrugged at her response not worrying. She acted like it was no big deal and started talking proudly of her family and friends.

That day not only did we become friends but something connected between us and a feeling came over me. A feeling that told me our souls were meant to be together.

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- mysexybestniall