Blind Side Synonym Novels & Stories

She'd rather be back in California in her small room, laying in bed and daydreaming about how her life would've been if she haven't had this stupid disease that left her in darkness forever. Bonnie missed her mother, hell she even misses her bastard of a father that left when she was three. She missed her dog, Egg. Oh I hope he's okay. She also missed her annoying best friend Becca. Her heart clenched as tears begin to run down her face. She sniffed taking a deep breath and wiped the tears but it was no use because more came running down. She gave up and let them fall. How was she going to escape this place if she was blind?

“You’re unconvinced? Hehehe. We won’t know if we don’t try, will we? Let’s test my theory then.” the boy replied and stepped down from his mystical throne. The Blind Goddess looked into the boy’s eyes and all she could see was the vision of imminent death as it stretched its bony palms out for her. “GO AWAY!” The Blind Goddess yelled and her body turned illusory and the illusion separated into a million figures until it reached an unprecedented number that cannot be any more counted.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

Hard. My vision blurred, then went dark again.

Even as an adult, she shoved it off and believed it would sort itself out. "Jasmin, do you have a partial vision impairment?" Cainan asked in a small and somewhat concerned tone. "She would have given an answer if she knew what that even meant." "It means you might be partially blind." She laughed but when she saw he wasn't joking she raised her voice, "I am not blind goddamnit! I can see you." "When you have a partial blindness, it restricted your sight and you struggle to see clearly just like it's happening now." He replied, his voice still calm and concerned, "how many fingers can you see?" He asks and he held up three fingers close to her.

he said to me with his gaze filled with worry. "Yes, I will, I promise," I rushed out as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine. The food should be ready soon," he informed me as he looked around the place. I wonder what he could see. I mean, obviously he could see auras now but did that mean that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if one was blind? What if I was blind? “What is it like being blind?" The words tumbled out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slapped a hand around my mouth while feeling guilty for even saying it.

I аѕkеd, feeling hopeful he wоuld elaborate mоrе. “That kіnd оf dеfеаtѕ thе оbjесt of thе blіndfоld.” “Spoilsport,” I huffеd. Yоu соuldn’t blаmе a girl fоr trуіng.

If the Cohen family and Red Mist Front dared to help that man, Blind Bear would also settle them together! “Buddies, come with me.” Blind Bear walked in the direction of Thomas in an overbearing manner. As he made his way, the distance got shorter. When he got closer, he found that something was wrong. Blind Bear felt that the man sitting not far away was quite familiar as if he had seen him somewhere else. Since Blind Bear was short-sighted, he could not see it clearly when it was far away. Therefore, his curiosity drove him to move faster to the front and see it clearly.

Something was wrong, but she went anyway. At 10:50 PM, she left her apartment, like an automaton, movements precise, breath short, thoughts stifled. The streets were calm, dark, full of that complicit silence that envelops premeditated wrongs. A black car was already waiting, engine running, at the usual corner. As soon as she opened the door, a gloved hand reached out to hand her the blindfold. She tied it herself, slowly, docilely. The rules hadn't changed. The ride was mute, dense, saturated with a dangerous calm. She saw nothing. Didn't speak. Asked no questions. As always.

Then the Azure cloud sect ancestor raises his fist in encouragement. “Salute to the new sword saint!! The Blind Sword Saint Xia!!” The word “blind” in this context that comes out from this ancestor didn’t carry any disdainful meaning, But the opposite, it carried the feeling of respect and reverence that even if he's blind he still had the capabilities to become a Sword Saint. [Heh… Sly old fox. But… It's good to have someone that can watch my back in this alter ego of mine. I just need to ensure that he would not betray me that’s all]