My surrounding feels like peculiar place which added my fear. If I'm already blind, then I'm messed up. I hate this life! I loathe everything from myself to anything in this life.
In my annoyance, I grabbed my hair.
I wanted to end everything. Since I'm now a total useless breathing creature, I should end this right?
While I'm battling with my own inner turmoil I heard a quite footsteps nearing at my position.
"Who are you?"
I asked, I sense that he or she was nearing. I tensed up.
I repeated my question, "Who are you? You are scaring me."
That person was taken a back so he or she positioned himself or herself a little far from me. I heard his or her moves, maybe he or she also sat.
He or she let a deep sighed.
But, I heard everything right? Oh, I forgot I can still hear. I might be a blind but not deaf. Fool me.
"It's been dark," she's a she—a woman just talked.
"Don't tell me you are also a blind?"
"No," she shifted and continued "I'm not blind, and you weren't blind—we weren't blind."
I was ready to throw some questions but she talked again.
"We just lost our light, we lost something within."
With that, my mind went into a void. I wanted to speak but I refrained to do so—handling the silence which I oddly found serene. After that no one spoke for a moment.
