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I let out, as I could feel her chin shaking in my hand. “She’s blind,” Shawn let out and that instantly made me confused. “Blind, Lucia,” “Are you blind?” I asked, not wanting to believe that the moon Goddess sent Lucia as someone else. Lucia is the only blind woman that would ever love me. Why wasn't she answering? “Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?” I yelled. “Yes!” she let out as my hands went shaky.

“I’m here because of the citizens. What you’re doing is illegal! You can’t continue stealing innocent lives of important people!” Clive’s gaze flew to Blind Man, “And you, out of all the in this room, had altogether turned your back on us and join this horrid conspiracy. I never thought you convenient for the job. I warned them!” Blind Man rushed toward Clive, punched him in the nose. Clive flinched as the chair toppled backward. He landed on his back. The skull’s rear hit the floor, bounding off the cement. Clive gritted his teeth, crying out. His gaze fixed with the good eye scanning the basement.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

“Woman, what are you still doing in my house?” Williams asked through gritted teeth as he let go of his girlfriend's hand. He was pointing at her with his index finger and a frown face as though he wanted to slap Hailey. Williams has black sleek hair resembling the prevailing darkness, the thunderous coarse voice of his displayed chilling nonchalant nature. His silvery eyes, which glanced at people like a dagger, with a soul-eating stare that each time it pierced the air.

He had golden hair with dark roots, which reminded me of honey. He turned back as he heard the young man calling him. He didn't say anything. He just like looked at me, unblinking. Then I Saw him pick up a nearby wooden stick and use it as a tool to help him walk in the direction he wanted to go. Wait a minute! What? Is he blind? "Take her away from here!" "Brother, she just wants to see you." "Didn't I tell you that I don't want to meet anyone? Including her?" The blind man shouted right in front of me. I could understand him because I knew he couldn't see my existence.

"Can I have my hand back idiot? Unlike some people I actually require them. " "Trust me keeping your hands isn't what you should be worried about, " I felt him take another step. "We're going down the stairs. Watch your step. " Watch your step! Ofcourse, tell a blind girl to watch her step down a flight of never ending stairs! "Are you crazy!" I shouted as he tugged on my hand again, my feet grappling to plant itself to solid ground. "You idiot I'm blind, how the hell am I supposed to walk like this! "

Mikhail I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend. Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

Her car honked away, then the men smiled at me and advanced closer. The bald man picked up the blindfold again. Before I could beg, he wrapped his hands around my eyes. I screamed for help but nobody came to my aid. I was left alone to suffer in my pain. Hopeless and unaware of what Bambi was going to do next.