Blind

"But what if it doesn't go as planned," she anxiously asked as she fixed her black shades that seemed a bit too large on her perfectly made angelic face. The fear and worry was visible on her face but to her it was even carved onto her fate.
"That's the thing about life. It is unexpected in the most spectacular ways," the middle-aged woman spoke wisely with care as she closed the last button of her rosy brown hand-woven ragged sweater.
"Sounds surprising to those who aren't even able to witness its shades," the girl replied with a humourless yet bitter chuckle. Shaking her head sideway with her eyebrows knitted, she shuffled around as her long fragile fingers ferret about in the air as if seeking for something to hold on to. Finally, she grasped the old wooden white cane.
**___________________**

...He stole her sight
She stole his heart...