Stumbled In Love [Complete]

12.

Do you know that moment when you feel you can't wholly differentiate between a dream and reality. When you can hear, see, and even feel the world around you just go on as normal but you seem to be rooted to your spot trying to decipher what was actuality and was a crazy illusion your messed up brain created.

Somehow that is how I felt as I stood only a few feet away from Arthit, gaping at him with my mouth hanging open while he kept staring at...nothing.

Was he...?

Is he...?

He couldn't be.

Surely he wasn't.

Arthit?

Blind?

No.

It can't be.

It just can't.

And yet the man standing in front me clearly was. Looking straight at me with vacant eyes that saw nothing.

Maybe I was being simply delusional. Imagining things that didn't exist.

Except, I was pretty sure my eyes weren't deceiving me this time.

Arthit was definitely blind.

But just as I was grappling between confusion and acceptance, my brain proposed a rather unique solution.

I mean why did I not think of this before?

This Arthit was blind, but there was no real reason he was my Arthit right? Right.

I'm sure there are more than one Arthits under the sun. Obviously there were. Although, how many of them were just about the right age grumbling non-stop to the person next to them is questionable but surely he was not the Arthit I have been dying to catch a glimpse of for months now.

Nope, not my Arthit.

But then why could I not stop gaping at him? Rather indiscreetly staring at his hands to check if it matched the paleness of the palm he stuck through his door to grab the dinner I brought for him.

Ears straining to its peak capacity as I kept trying to place his voice next to the one I have heard through the intercom endless number of times. My mind and heart at a battle with each other as I kept eavesdropping on their conversation, legs unable to move from my spot, eyes glaring at his face, trying to figure out what to do next?

Should I still walk up to him and confirm my suspicion? Surely not. I shouldn't bother a stranger. But if he really was my Arthit then...then...then...I don't know.

"What the fuck Erica? How long do you need to find one goddamn piece of paper? I'm seriously questioning if your brain has gone completely smooth by now."

"Shut up Arthit. I'm busy, okay."

"Huh? With bloody what? Obviously not with the one thing you came here to do cause you have been utterly useless through my entire appointment."

"Sshhhhh...didn't I tell you to shut it. There is a really cute guy checking me out right now and I don't need your bickering to scare him away, okay?"

"You? Really? Either the guy is blind too or he is just gaping at the possibility that real witches do walk amongst us."

Why does that sound exactly like something Arthit would say?

But it wasn't until, what did he call her? Erica? Yes, Erica. It wasn't until Erica looked smack at me and gave me a rather exaggerated wink while licking her lower lip suggestively did it hit me that I was the guy she assumed was checking her out. Eyes widening in surprise, an embarrassed blush creeping up my neck I awkwardly diverted my gaze before walking away from the lady who looked like she would like to thoroughly pounce on me in the next second.