-Guy’s P.O.V.-
“What’s your name?” I asked the girl as I helped her wash the chocolate from her hands, crumbs and all.
I take a good look at her. Light olive skin, jet black hair, almond-shaped gray eyes, and a tint of baby pink on her cheeks. God, I didn’t know she was THAT pretty.
“Brielle.” She said, staring down at her hands… or is she? Her eyes have that blank expression, I can’t tell, really.
A bit impolite not to tell her my name, aye? That’s what I feel. So I keep gently rubbing her hands under the tap until the chocolate’s been washed off and said “ I’m Lochlan McGarth. Six-foot-two, 20 years.”
She let out a soft laugh.
“How nice of you to share your height and age, too. I’m 19, not sure about my height, though.” She said as I let go of her hands to get a paper towel.
Damn. Okay, wrong move. Why did I even tell her those things? I don’t usually do that.
There’s something about her that makes me feel uneasy.
After applying medicine and tying bandages to her hands, I gave her dog and just shrugged it off.
Wait… what?
I should be pissed at her right now, after all, she did sabotage my dinner. But then again, it was an accident, no harm done, well, except for her hands.
“Thank you for being nice to me. Well, I better get going, my parents might be worried sick right now. Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Lochlan.” She said, before pulling out a ten-inch stick from her pocket that snaps into a thing that looks like a cane without a handle.
“Sure. See ‘ya around.” I tell her.
Then I realize something: that cane is a walking stick. And when she turned left and disappeared, I gave myself a good facepalm.
Brielle’s blind.
BINABASA MO ANG
Through Your Eyes
RandomHi, my imaginary online readers! Okay, jk about the imaginary part(still, I hope somebody's reading this). This is my first time to write a short story. I hope you find it decent enough to read. I am open to any comments and suggestions. Go easy on...
