Blind Yet Painful Love Novels & Stories

She said and placed a carrot piece in his palm. "I know, I am not blind." He said, rolling his eyes, and started eating the carrot piece. "A person loving darkness, how can he be blind!" She spoke, rolling her eyes back while he ignored her words. "Go and sit, don't stand for too long, otherwise how will the wounds be okay?" She asked, getting angry as he wasn't caring about himself even a little. "I am giving you pain, if I get a little bit of pain, won't you be happy?" He asked and she looked at him in disbelief.

I could feel my heart breaking with each word she spoke. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the pain beneath it, the years of hurt that she had buried deep inside. And I had been the cause of all of it. “I was blind,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I was so blind, Eva. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. I couldn’t see that you were the one who cared for me. I couldn’t see that you were the one who loved me.”

He got me hypnotized by his dark hazel eyes. "Woman, I am willing to be messed up with you. I'll be there when you cry crying with you. Zy, I know that you are carrying such unbearable pain right now. That's why I am here! I am here because I want you to share the pain with me. That's too heavy for you to carry it alone." "If you are because you pity-" "What a stubborn woman," he mumbled under his breath but still I could hear it. "Look into my eyes, woman. I am here because I love you. I love you to the point I wanted to snatched all the pain you have right now and bear it alone!"

When you blindly trust someone and they show you how blind you truly are, it hurts terribly. Despite everything, she was unable to stop her heart from loving him because her love is selfless. She knew from the beginning that she would only experience pain as a result of this one-sided love. He was no longer her, and she still yearned for his love, and this shit was hurting her terribly.

'When I searched for the destination of love, then I only found the dust of grief. When I desired for songs of love, them I only received cold sighs' **** Darkness. It was like I was wholly engulfed by darkness. I couldn't see a thing, my eyes were not supporting me. My head was hurting and my body was aching. I tried again to open them and groaned as bright rays of the sun blinded me. Blinking away the blurriness, I yawned before stretching my arms over my head. I gasped as my vision adjusted and I came face to face with my reality.

Some people just couldn’t move on—either because of pride or because they loved too deeply. “So, why exactly do you want revenge?” I asked lazily, though curiosity was creeping in. Tears formed in his striking gray eyes. My annoyance faltered for a moment. “Because she’s the reason I can no longer see the world,” he said quietly. I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” “I’m blind,” he said, voice heavy with emotion. “I may have beautiful eyes, but I can no longer see light.” I bit my lip, speechless. That explained why he didn’t blink often—and why his gaze seemed so fixed.

This is who Love is, someone who thinks about others, someone who tries to make a difference without needing recognition. “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re very thoughtful, Love.” Mom says as she looks at me, catching my eyes as they stare at Love. There’s something in her eyes, a silent question that makes me feel like I’ve been caught in the act, though I’m not even sure what I’ve done. "His name is Marley, and he is trained to help blind people. With his help, Sebastian will be more comfortable walking around not just the house but the outdoors as well."

Her evil laugh irked my ears, don't know why am I even tolerating her. "And what is that?" I asked, again gulping the drink. "Dude, you are lucky that you can't see them being happy together. Since you're blind, Ann" With a crack, the last piece of my heart broke as I stood there numbly staring at the blurred figure of them, unable to glimpse the unity that is now binding them together. A painful chuckle escaped my lips as I stumbled on my feet, booze is playing with my senses, exhorting me to commit something stupid and absurd to ruin this all for them.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

"It’s only hurting because you're fighting it, sweetie. Just be quiet and let it happen." My vision started to blur, the bright lights turning into spinning white dots. My chest hurt so much it felt like my ribs were snapping. I thought of my parents. I thought of the way they looked at me with such cold eyes. I thought of the girl I used to be, who believed that love could fix everything and that Daven would come back to his senses and love me someday. I was wrong. Love was just a trick. and for Daven, I didn't know if he would ever look at me with love.