The Art of the Blind

Chapter 2

Cathy's pov

     The next morning I woke up to two arms protectively holding me close, and never letting go, my eyelashes flutter open like butterflies taking flight. I turn to look at my loveable husband hoping to see his cool blue eyes that has caught many girls eyes, and hearts, and even their virginities to, but I see rivers of tears coming down his face, and his freckled face puffy, and red. "Ronnie, what's wrong?" I say not liking seeing him like this, "I can't see...This can't be happening...Why Lord" the once sarcastic, and morning person, sex god I love, freak out. I flip over to fully face him by straddling his hips, I feel Ronnie Jr. wanting to come out and play, but skip past the lustful feeling of him in me. I start to worry when I see the waterfall of tears roll down his face. "Ronnie, Honey, please tell me what is going on in your beautiful artistic mind of yours" I plea.

     "I can't see you, Cathy, I can never see your light giving smile...Why Lord? Why choose me?" he rambles, in my head I scream out in pain like a character in a comic book when their love is gone. Something inside me broke when I didn't wake up with you, my beloved, Ronald Adam Parks, I was left with the most broken part of you that I have ever seen. I thought to myself, "Cathy, I know if you don't want to be with me anymore that is fine-" he nervously rambles, "Ronnie, I made a promise, and I am keeping that promise, I will find a way for you to still live life to the fullest with me" I say with silent tears rolling down my face. I feel his gentle hand try to find me, so I grab his right hand and start to play with it by rubbing my smaller hand into the center of his palm.

    His beautiful blue eyes turned a milky white the pair I will never know. I remember all the times we spent together when we were in college, and most important of all our first kiss. I laugh in my head at the old memories we had together, but the memory of the first day I arrived to the university I never felt so alone and I saw you...You filled my sketch books, and I never knew until that day. God, I wanted you...Like have sex with 

     I start to play with his hand to show I'm there right in front of him, then I slowly lift his giant hand towards my face to remind him that I will always be there. I rub my hand up his toned arm, farther and slower I do this I feel his sword against my thigh. Once I get to his face I gently place my hand on his cheek bone, I wipe away the tears from his face. "Cathy, why can you stand taking care of me, I feel fucking weak that I won't be able to protect you" he mumble raps, I roll my eyes at the sexy god of a artist before me. This man, the love of my life, the man who will be the death of me. After finding out that my teddy bear of a husband became blind during the fucking night, I set out to find food. I arrive in the kitchen with Ronnie following behind. "Ronnie, what would you like?" I question while he is struggling to sit his ass down at the dinner table. "I don't care really" he responded, okay he is giving me some serious sass, but I do got to say the shirt that he is wearing is fucking hugging his toned chest. So I get a feeling of being wet between my thighs, damn...Nope I have to take care of him before thinking of so much sex that we would have together, "Did you just sass me?" I question slowly turning around to face him. "I don't know what you mean, Cathy, because I think you maybe cheating on me with some other guy" my so called husband fires back, I hear a piece of my heart forcefully being ripped off, 'he doesn't trust me that I will stay' I thought.

    "If I was cheating then maybe...just maybe I would've had some fantastic sex and left you here to be with the man I fucked, and used to break your heart without you knowing. But you are damn wrong there, Ronald Adam Parks, I am here being the best wife you can ever have, and if you don't see that or even feel that love I have for you in your heart that I will be here for as long as we both shall live. Then I'll leave" and with that I start walking toward the door. Tears start streaming down my face as I head toward the freedom giving oakwood door. Once close enough, I reach for the door handle, I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my torso, pulling me back into a toned chest of a man that would never trust me. "What do you want Mr. Parks?" I say not saying his name, oh god I am so weak to the knees by this man, "Catherine, I'm sorry, but I'm just scared that I'm going to lose you-" and the rest was freaking mumble rapped into my freaking neck. I start to feel a pair of tender and soft lips nip my neck, I try to hold back a overpowering moan. Keyword: try. Seriously this man is going to be the death of me, I still love him but seriously if he doesn't get his freaking eyesight back, nevermind I will still love him.

{A/N: So here is chapter 2 of Art of the Blind. I hope you like it because I am having so much fun writing it as you fun reading it because I know you will hate me later on, so have fun.

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