“I thought you were blind.” “I am.” He chuckles flipping another page in his unknown book. “Then how are you reading a book?” “I’m not.” He smiles looking up in my exact direction. “Forgive me Sir, I just don’t understand-” “I carry this book around because it makes me feel normal. It brings me a sense of comfort to know that at least maybe I can look the part. And I hope that maybe someday I will open up to one of the random pages and everything will come flooding back. Every word will purify with every second that passes and I will be able to see again.” “That’s beautiful.” I mumble to myself. “So are you.” All Rights Reserved
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