For Your Love

For Your Love

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*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------
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I looked over to my right, bending my neck. He opened his soft eyes and gazed at me with a smile. Parts of his eyes crinkled, signalling that he had indeed smiled. His face freckled with stars of coal against his milky white skin. His eyes of pure abyss. Colors that I couldn't think of the name, but always knew what they were and weren't. He was beautiful. He made a noise, quite similar to a squeak from a mouse. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He mumbled into my pillow, his voice muffled. I only smiled. He turned a shade of pink and buried his face in my pillow. I tugged the blanket over our shoulders and onto our heads. I inhaled his smell, like a morning rain, and fresh fruit. Flowers but also a sour like smell like lemons or candy. He smelled so good. I pulled him into me and smelled his hair. How could I ever deserve someone like this? How... How did I get here? This is a gay story and of you don't like that, you can find another. There will be some mature content such as death, language, and sexual content. Please find another if you don't like that. This, other than certain plot points, is an over all happy book. I mean, it's gay after all. For more information please message me or read the authors note at the end of the Prologue! Please be respectful of me and other people who read it. Stay safe! Love you! (Started in March 2020 / Work in progress)

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