Jake loves to take long walks through his small town. People who went blind later in their lives are lucky enough to have seen their town and have a mental map of it. Jake has nothing. He relies on those around him, and his phone. However today, he left his phone at home. He wanted to be free. He was taking slow steps, and staying on the inside of the side walk, and ran his fingers along the walls and fences. He can hear people talking around him, and lots of children laughing. He smells fresh food from a small bakery. He feels the leaves of plants. He can sense people starring at him, but he has grown used to it. He hears a man yell "Duck!" He froze, was he talking to him? It was too late. Something struck him in the face. He fell to the ground, and felt something wet under his nose. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Someone was grabbing his arms, and pulling him up. "Yeah..." "I'm sorry, how did you not see it coming?" Jake slowly bent towards the ground, feeling around for his walking stick. When he was standing again, he felt as though the person ran away. "Is anyone there?" Jake said, and he could feel tears building up in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm here..." The person trailed off. Jake wanted to apologize, run away and cry. He felt stuck. "Here, let me clean up your nose." The person took Jake's hand and guided it to his elbow and slowly started to walk. Jake can hear panting of a dog by him. "Do you have a dog?" Jake asked feeling around the air with his free hand. "Yes, i was throwing a ball for him, that's what hit you. Again, i am very, sincerely sorry." Jake swore he heard something under the persons breath.
Jake was lead to a small park bench, and the person said "I will be right back, stay right there." He heard the person walk away. He sat there, he felt his gut tighten up, thinking of the possibility that they won't come back. He sat patiently, and held his hand near his nose. He felt the thickness of blood. He tried to imagine the deep red color of the blood his uncle once told him about. He sat for several minutes, hoping his gut feeling was wrong. He heard laughing somewhere near him. He felt his heart crumble inside him and fall to his stomach. That person was not coming back. He felt thousands of tears form in his eyes, he didn't have time to run. For the first time, he was frozen in place. He let the tears run down his cheeks. He tried to sniff but he felt pain in his nose and face. He sobbed, and starred into the nothingness he always sees. But now, he feels even more empty. He angerly gripped his walking stick, and rubbed his hands back and forth in the middle of it. He felt hurt. He felt alone. He let the tears fall on his arms, and he could hear more laughing all around him. His head was swarming, though all he could see was black. He wanted to crawl into the ground below his feel and melt away. He wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly to a place where he can be free. He wanted to be anywhere but there.
When he finally gave up waiting he stood up, but heard footsteps near him. "Don't move, please sit down." It wasn't the same voice.
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The Sense Of Love
Historia CortaJake was born blind. He has never seen anything, or anyone. Not his family, not himself. His family doesn't have enough money for a guide dog, so for the first 15 years of his life, he had to rely in a walking stick, and the generosity of others. He...
