"Blind Love" Male Reader X Blake Belladonna Part I

chapter 2

I lied in my bed, waiting for my father to fall asleep. I've nearly slept for about three or so hours a night for the past few weeks, and I'm still restless as ever.

The immanence feeling of impatience spread through my body like wildfire as my father came into my room and tried to talk to me. With his cane supporting his faded body, he walked over to my bed and patted my head. I was pretending that I was asleep at the time.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop Agonia." my father's voice was filled with deep remorse. By the way, he slurred his words and the smell of strong liquor in his breath, he was obviously buzzed. The last time he was that drunk my right cheek felt mighty sore, to say the least. When my dad would sit down and get drunk, it was either he would get extremely irritated or very somber over our mother (but we don't try to talk about her). When he was on one of his binges of anger, I lost the window in my room since he was throwing some stuff around. But No matter how you could judge him from his looks or how he lived, you would always be shocked about how sympathetic he could be.

"(Y/N), if it's the last thing I do... I'll make him pay." That was the last thing I heard him say, as he walked out of the room with a difficulty to walk correctly.

I waited for a few minutes before I got out of my bed to sneak out again. I was ready to crawl out my room's window until the overwhelming image of a world on fire made me stay in place. The image of my room in a hot inferno appeared in front of my eyes. No, I didn't see with my eyes, it was something in my mind.

My head felt like it was slowly splitting in half. I could hear my dad leaving through the front door, along with his heart beating rapidly. Dogs and Funnuas were howling to the moon. All of their heartbeats played in my head like jungle drums. The smell of dirt covered dogs eating out of trash cans violated my smelling. Then everything felt calm.

Gentle breathing brushed against my ears, in tandem with a sweet perfume that tickled my nose. A slender and attractive woman appeared outside of my windowless sill quietly muttering, "hey."

Everything went black again. My head started to feel comfortable as I sat down on my bed taking a mental break from something that felt like an extreme migraine.

Before I could think of anything else, the gentle breathing of the woman on my window sill caught my attention again.

"Are you there?" Blake's monotone voice whispered through the windowless sill. I stumbled towards the opening and helped Blake inside.

"Hi, Blake." I slouched onto my bed for a second time.

"Oh, so you remembered my name." A little bit of happiness emerged through Blake's apathetic tone of voice.

"What is your name?" Blake placed her hand on mine.

"(Y/N) Redgrave."

"Do you want to take a walk outside?" Blake, with her combined hand with mine, pulled me towards my room's window.

"Are you sure that a blind guy can climb out a window?"

"I saw you climbing out your window last night."

"How come you didn't help a poor blind boy out the window?"

"... Oh, you look liked you needed some space." for some reason, I could imagine Blake giving me a smile as about as devious as the Chesire Cat's.

As Blake and I climbed down the steel pipes leading to the ground, we decided to go into the woods where we met again. Thankfully since it was late into the night, no one was out to bother us. I couldn't live it down if someone did something to Blake, while I swung my arms helplessly missing the attackers.

My restless body felt at home when Blake and I walked through the forest. Even though it was mostly quiet between us.

"Have you always been blind?" Blake finally spoke, breaking our long period of silence.

"Not always. My sight was taken from me."

"How so?" Blake asked, in an interested tone.

"A bear Faunus used dust ingrained with fire to blind me. I want to go open season on him." When I said that, Blake grunted in discomfort.

"... But at least I told an interesting story, right?" I reached towards Blake while trying to place my hand on her shoulder.

"Would you hate him even if he was a human and did that, or is it just because he's a funnuas?" Blake asked in a very somber tone. It was more emotional than her usual monotone. I could hear a fast-paced thumping coming from her chest.

"Of course I'd still hate him if he was human." I put my hand back to my side as I gave up on finding Blake's shoulder. "It just happens that all the people I know that made my life so hard to live in are Funnuas."

"Do you think one could come around and make it better?" The thumping sound from Blake's chest just picked up on an even faster tempo.

"I'd hope so. But I really don't believe it would happen."

Blake's soft and warm hand interlaced with mine. "Maybe someday?" Her voice had some emotion to it.

"Maybe."

Looking back on it I can't help but laugh at myself for not noticing it. I really wish I could turn back time and know what I know now, and just get along with her. Sadly enough, the hole in my heart might have been a little wider if I said: "I love you too."

"I need to be somewhere in a bit." Blake finally let go of my hand. Though I wish she didn't let go it. "I'll see you again." After that, Blake had disappeared to somewhere deeper in the woods.

Even though the walk from the woods to my house usually took around 15 minutes or so, I causally strolled for an hour or so thinking about Blake. I honestly thought she was a God-send. Feeling tired after who knows how long, I came back to my neighborhood. I climbed up the cold steel pipes that littered the walls where I and my father lived in.

Joyfulness was the only thing I felt in my body as I landed on my poorly carpeted floor. For some reason, the sweet scent from Blake never went away. It felt as if she was still next to me. Something I wish could last forever when I'm without her.

The instant I closed my eyes every worry went away. The sleep I got was so long that I could actually get a nice night of rest. That is until a disgusting scent molested my nose. The smell was something gut-wrenching. It was coming from the living room.

A living room covered in fire appeared in my vision as I came close to it. The outline of a big mass appeared on the living room's floor. With each step that I came closer to the mass, the smell of copper flooded my nostrils. Just only a few feet away from the mass, my feet touched a warm and thick liquid on the ground beneath me. As I came closer to the mass I outstretched my hands to feels it. The mass was a dead and cold body.

Out of fear, I stumbled back to the only trip on a cane. My hands caressed the cane as I recognized it was my father's.

The only thing that could have been heard in my and late father's apartment that night was gentle sobbing at the revelation that I could've been there to comfort my dad as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.