Strings Of Time

XIII: Part One

What more can be so enchanting than seeing vague colors for the first time in two years? It's not much but it's a small miracle. Alex Mathews missed a lot of beautiful encounters which made her life dull and enclosed. More layers of concrete walls were added to her life in order to protect herself from being hurt again. After knowing of Coreen's passing, Alex's body recovered. Her eye sight on the other hand was a bit of a mystery. No doctors could determine the cause of her sightlessness. The young master just woke up without seeing anything but darkness. Not until that night, that night when she longed for someone without any reason, without understanding why... the windows to her soul slowly came back.

"Seems to me... that your eyes are slowly recovering." Said Dr. Carlisle to her granddaughter while flashing a penlight at Alex's eyes. His granddaughter came to his house in the crack of dawn. He had a small clinic set up in one of his rooms and was actually all for Alex. "Does your father know you're here?"

"No..."

"Well now..." he scribble some notes on his pad paper and was constantly looking at Alex's eyes, "your father must be very busy. I heard he's organizing this year's festival. Are you going?"

"No..."

Dr. Carlisle scoffed and frowned at Alex, "No? Oh come now, surely you would want to support your father." he said as he placed his penlight back in his pocket and scribbled some more notes on his pad paper. After that, he walked towards a jar that was placed on a counter, he then popped up the lid and brought out a candy. The good grandpa gave it to his silent granddaughter with a mood of a toddler.

Alex smirked and shook her head when she felt the candy on her hand, "Grandpa Chris, I'm not a kid anymore... and you know I hate sweets."

The old man chuckled and patted Alex's left cheek, "We all need something sweet in our lives." he then held his granddaughter's hand and said, "This miracle happened for a reason... something...or someone is making this happen. Don't stay blind, my dear. Your eyes are finally healing. Little by little you will see what's in front of you. Hold it tight... never let it go for all will make sense when you can finally see what was written for you." He smiled at Alex and kissed her forehead. "Go now. Support your father."

One of Alex's maids was with her and she helped the young master get down from the examining bed. Before they could leave, Alex turned to his grandfather and said with a smile, "Mom said that I looked like you when you were younger, is that true?"

The old man smiled as well and nodded, "I can see the resemblance... and soon you'll see it too."

"Thank you, Grandpa Chris. I'll see you soon."

Moments later, Alex was home. She was surprised to hear that her father's orchestra was there at the mansion's studio. They were preparing for tonight's festival where they will be performing each of Elise's composition. She would hear lots of musical instruments that was playing simultaneously. It was irritating for the young master. She would somehow see bits of their faces but it would suddenly fade into black again. She was not used with this kind of oddity.

Alex was about to head inside her room when she heard someone calling her name. She turned around, hoping that her sight will let her see who called her name, "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm... I'm Moira. Moira Westley." She reached her hand to the young master hoping that she would stretch her hand as well for a handshake. But the young master just blinked her eyes and stayed still. Moira felt awkward and ashamed for approaching Alex. She smiled awkwardly and looked down as she tucked strands of her hair at the back of her ear, "Sorry... um, my colleagues just pointed you out and I wanted to introduce myself."