Novel & Cerita Bling From Let It Shine

"Your turn." "I can see better than I admit. The transplant worked completely. No shadows. No blur. But I pretend. At home. In public. Because seeing makes people expect things. Independence. Honesty." She laughed. Small. "Blindness is freedom. People tell you everything when they think you can't look back." "Why tell me now?" "Because you're looking." She met my eyes. "And I want you to see me." The door buzzed. We both froze.

“They’re questioning the originality of your project direction.” I pressed a shaking hand against my chest. “ I thought it wasn't being taken seriously.” “You need to calm down,” she said. I couldn’t. Air suddenly felt impossible to pull into my lungs properly. The trees blurred, and the river sounded too loud. Everything tilted sideways. “I can’t…” I whispered. “Olandria?” My vision darkened at the edges of my eyes, all blurred up by the tears threatening to spill out. I stood too quickly. Huge mistake, because the ground shifted beneath me immediately, and suddenly…Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor.

One wrong move, and the only person who had ever truly loved her would be gone. "The ceremony is starting. Smile, Kendra," Elaine sneered, before turning on her heel and sweeping out of the room. Left alone, Avery let out a long, shaky breath, staring at her shrouded reflection. Just get through the ceremony, she told herself, trying to steady her racing pulse. He’s blind. He won’t be able to see the difference between my face and Kendra's. We just must survive in the same house. I can do this. Ten minutes later, the heavy oak doors of the grand cathedral swung open.

Her mother was trying to appear strong before her, but she is definitely not fine. "You lied too Laura" Brenda replied, letting her tears found their way down her cheeks. She was shivering and her nose was sore. The both of them turn their faces away. They were sobbing and Brenda said " why are you sobbing Laura? I will be fine" she said amidst tears. "I am...not sobb..ing"Laura says her voice breaking at every interval of sniffling. She tried cleaning her tears and it would come afresh. Brenda couldn't even say anything again. Her voice was gone. She turned and looked at Laura again with a puffy face.

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.

Elara stood at the window of her apartment, gazing out at the city skyline as the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. It was a scene she had come to cherish—the vibrant colors blending together as day turned to night, a reminder of the beauty in transitions. Just as the sky shifted from one state to another, so too had her life undergone a transformation. The tumultuous days of uncertainty and emotional upheaval were behind her, and for the first time in years, Elara felt something she hadn’t dared to feel in a long time: hope.

Cedric dismissed her, saying, "Don't worry about her. Her temper is getting worse." However, Celine ignored his words and walked into my room, finally dropping her act. She leaned in close and whispered, "Your other eye is going to be blind too, isn't it? Well, guess what? I was never blind. I just needed an excuse to stay here, but can you believe Cedric actually said he'd give me your cornea?" Suddenly, Celine shoved me, and I fell hard onto the floor. "No!" I cried out. The wound that had just begun to scab over instantly bled through the bandages.

Blazing. He leads me down the aisle like I belong to him. The crowd stands up. They smile. They applaud. Cameras pop like tiny bombs. Someone is crying somewhere. It isn't me. I can't even breathe. Can't even think. My skin is too tight. My chest is too hollow. I try to catch the eye of someone. Anyone. A face that I may recognize. A glimmer of anything sane. No one looks back. They're too caught up in the show.

She nods, “Turn down the lights, or I’ll be blinded.” Ash gets up and turns off the lights, there’s a soft glow from the sun setting outside, but little else. She closes her eyes, and then blinks a few times to clear her vision. She looks at him and he can’t help but be in awe of them.

Then Aunt Lorelei went on and on, introducing the blind date. Monica didn't say a word, but I could tell she was already starting to waver.