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"I lost my sight when I was 6, ever since then I've kind of been independent and took help from no one. Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm not as able" he huffed as if he had to explain to me. In my opinion it's a gift, he sees others by who they really are not by sight.

"Please don't explain, I admire you Lou I do. You're gifted you may think you're not but you can see people as they are and not judge by appearance. Just because you have no sight doesn't mean you don't make a difference, you're a gift." I said slowly, he smiled scratching his head as if thinking of what to say.

"Harry, thank you. So tell me, what's with the shades. It's night and we're indoors" my breath hitches in my throat, how could I explain this, also how did he see.

"I see colours but it's a blur, harry. Don't worry I'm not a physic" he laughed, right. I coughed lightly.

"You see Louis, I too have a gift. Well in my opinion a curse." I say anxiously, not wanting further questions.

"Nothing that defines you is a curse harry. I feel you're uncomfortable so I shall ask another time." Another time? I thanked him for his understanding. 

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