LOVE IS BLIND. (A Lesbian Love Story)

CHAPTER 3

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LOVE IS BLIND:

CHAPTER 3:

★----- CHARLOTTE'S POV -----★

I slowly walked upstairs and took a left, my right hand holding my walking stick and my left one on the wall, I felt the first painting on the wall and smiled, "Okay so I'm walking the right way..." I quickly walked ahead knowing nobody is in the college campus this early in the morning and when I felt the third painting I placed my hand on the door, pushing it open with my both hands and walking inside.

I have my art project due and since I joined late I got two extra days but that doesn't help really help when you have a girl staring at you as you work. I agree I can't see her staring but I feel like she is burning holes on my body by sitting so closely and her breath fanning on my neck and....

Well, let's just change the topic from Emma Stone to something worth thinking of now.

Since last week, Emma has been adamant on taking me out for coffee but after saying no to her propositions twice a day, I think I'm getting weaker by her constant touches and stares. A girl can handle only so much sexual frustration in one closed room.

I fold my stick and place it on the front desk when I feel cold breeze on my back. I shudder slightly and pull on my jacket tightly, placing my art bag and clay on the table too and then count my steps towards the storage room when my Art Sir helped me place my vase I'm working on.

"Need some help there?" A voice spoke up behind me and then repeated the same words again behind me and I'm sure I jumped 5 feet iin the air, clutching my chest with both hands and mentally slapped myself for leaving my stick on the table.

"Who is it?" I asked bravely because I didn't want some part time serial killer and part-time janitor to rape and kill me like they do in horror movies I saw when I was a kid, and well.... I could see then and god they were scary!

"I am A-Angelica." The voice I could now classify as a girl's whispered. "I am A-Angelica. " She said again. Why does she do that?

I felt something nudge against my hand and I felt the soft lether I come to feel safe with and knew at once that it was my stick she just handed me. "Thanks. I'm Charlotte. You're a student here?" She replied back with a "Yeah."

I nodded and since I am a loner and don't really have that many socialising skills, I quickly turned around again, opening the storage room and picking up my vase, walking out and counted, "1...2....3... left." And sat down on my seat, switching on the bulb under the table for my work.

"What are you doing?" Angelica whispered and I could hear the inquisitiveness in her voice like a 5year old, who found a new toy...

I smiled patting the seat beside me. "I have a rare case of blindness, I can see shadows. So the holes and carvings I have made through the vase are visible slightly if I place it right..... here." I said as I adjusted the light and saw the shape forming slightly over my eyes.

"You know that's one of the reasons I joined Pottery Art Class." I took a deep breath, wearing my black thick glasses to intensify my vision and also to hold back the tears of not able to see myself or Niall anymore. People praise me saying how beautiful the sunset is... but I'm waiting for the day when I can see it too...

"That's really cool Charlotte...."

"You can call me Lottie..." I whispered back picking up my tools and starting to carve the vase and give it the finishing touches.

"I know how not being normal seems... I have Palilalia ..." Angelica replied in a tiny voice and if I wouldn't have heard closely I would've missed that comment. "I know how not being normal seems... I have Palilalia" She repeated and I quirked an eyebrow at her.