I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind Novels & Stories

It was so nostalgic that she wondered who even dared to intimidate her. It was so dark that not a speck of light was present in the room, but Yuna felt it, an unnatural soft wind touched her bare skin. Whoever it may came from; it was surely near her, hovering around. Even if she closed her eyes, it equated the same darkness, so she trusted her senses and instinct instead. Then an eerie sharp whisper decided to break the silence as it says, "Barren are the minds of those who claim they know, Blind are the eyes of those who believe just by sight,

It coated every inch of my being and I found myself leaning dangerously close to him, instead of pulling away. “Why are you leaning so close to me?” He blurted and my eyes widened, immediately realizing that the hell I was doing. I jumped away from him, clearly my throat awkwardly as I lied, “I was just testing how blind you are. Apparently, not blind enough.” “Ouch!” He chuckled. “I'm not sure if that is an insult or not. I am blind in the sense that my vision is blurred out sometimes. I can see things to an extent depending on the lighting. I can see movements, colours, just the blurred version. Same with people.”

Weak. Until I can't feel him anymore. Until there's nothing but silence. “My eyes closed shut. Then everything went black.”

its low quiet and certain the kind that comes from knowing you have already won. and as the city lights blur past i laugh again.because Ella’s right where i want her.

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

Not blinking. Not saying a word.

I smashed bone against stone in a blind frenzy. I felt the tearing silence when my wolf went quiet forever.

Luna blinked and turned her head toward the direction of his voice. Slowly, she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. A sharp chill pierced her soles, traveling upward, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, heightening her vulnerability.

I pressed my nails into my palms until the sting replaced the memory. “I’m not yours just let me go” I whispered again, louder this time, eyes on the ceiling. The words trembled out of me, soft and shaking, like they’d forgotten how to stand on their own. For a heartbeat I almost believed them. But the room stayed silent, and that small red light kept blinking, patient as always slow, steady, a quiet heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. Somewhere far away, unseen, a second light blinked in perfect rhythm, as if the world itself had decided to argue.

I muttered quietly. “I cannot wait.”