But My Eyes Can See Everything Novelas e Histórias

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

I take in a deep breath " Tonight is so nice" "Really? what makes tonight so different?" I shrug "I don't know, it just is". " Well, I guess because of my condition I don't get to see the difference, everything is just the same, same smell, same feeling". "You don't get to see the sunset or the sunrise, you don't get to see the moon and stars, you don't get to see flowers, oceans, the beauty of nature". " Are you trying to make me feel bad or something?".

Without my sight, the hard moves that I have been making since a while ago seems even harder 'This is hard! I can't see anything' Everything that surrounds me are darkness. Nothing more than that 'This father is really something. How can he be like this?' I thought inside again Of course, despite panicking on the sudden attack, I still went to give him an another attack "Ground freeze"

I keep trying to keep my eye open, but I am exhausted. My eye shoots open when I hear the sounds of screams coming from the distance. Unable to stop the smile that appeared on my face. Someone is my avenging angel, and I know in my heart who it is. As the door opens, I can barely see who stands there. My vision is distorted, and I don’t know if I am imagining him.

My eyes burned. "Gone."

“ What do you see in my eyes? ” I looked into his eyes, and what I saw there took my breath away. There was a depth of feeling etched in his gaze that was beyond anything I had ever seen before. I could see love, intense and fierce, radiating from his eyes, directed at me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. I felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at that moment, and it filled my heart with a fierce tenderness.

“I think… he’s still out there. Because when I looked in those eyes… I saw myself.” ---

But I still can't open my eyes to look at him. What is he talking about? Get to me in time for what? I don't remember anything. My mind is a mashup of fog and flashes of movement. I need to see... I need to know what is going on! But I'm just so damn tired! I don't even know if my eyes work anymore! Am I blind? That wouldn't surprise me with the way my life has turned out. With whatever strength I have left I force my eyes open and immediately close them. It's too bright!

Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them. I catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. My smile is perfect, my eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. But I can see the faint lines around my eyes from nights when I’ve cried off all my mascara before falling asleep. Nobody else can see that from out there. That’s the point.

That’s when my eyesight cleared out and I saw my reflection. “Aghhhhhh!”