I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind Novels & Stories

“But I stopped caring. People project what they can’t understand.” I smiled faintly. “You make it sound easy.” “It isn’t. But I don’t need their sight to know who I am.” I looked at him then, really looked—his calm, his quiet strength. And I wondered how someone could be so blind yet see so clearly. He turned his face toward me suddenly, a faint smirk curving his lips. “You’re staring.” My heart stuttered. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “I’m not.”

No footsteps, no words, only the hushed sounds of a presence nearby. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?" A pause, thick with unspoken tension, then a quiet clearing of throat. "I take it you've realized your condition, Miss Mortez." The voice was calm, even—like pouring water into a glass, soothing yet detached. A doctor, maybe, or a nurse, someone accustomed to delivering bad news. "Am I really blind?" My hands trembled in my lap, knuckles white, a physical manifestation of the terror that consumed me.

The house too quiet. “They sent us home with nothing,” I whisper. Adrian’s jaw tightens. “They sent us home empty.” The word echoes. Empty. “I hated the silence,” I continue. “I hated that the world didn’t stop.” Cars still drove outside. Emails still came in. Meetings still needed approval. People still asked me about deadlines. But my body— My body still thought it was carrying life. “I heard him cry,” I whisper suddenly. Adrian’s eyes flicker. “You told me that.”

I looked out the window, watching the city lights blur past. I didn’t answer. Likewise, I didn’t need to. I was tired of trying to be heard. So for now, I would stay quiet.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

"We'll just sell this blind man to a ruthless Lycan in the Alps, Dad. As usual as bait for our journey later!" Susilia shook her head weakly, her lips unable to say no. Her voice caught in her throat. Her tongue suddenly became twisted and folded, very difficult to move. "What do you want to say, Blind. Haha, now you're suffering from being a mute. The blind woman has become a mute!" shouted the Alpha child who was Sicily's age. "I'm not mute, Miss. Indeed, this is my voice!" hissed Sicily with her lips moving. "My voice, where's my voice!" thought Sisiilia as she clutched her neck.

Death was too scary, so every other bad thing did not seem as bad in comparison. Mary did not say much after that. She probably did not know what to say either. She stayed with me for a while in silence. When I told her that I was tired, she left. After everyone was gone, I opened my eyes and saw a world of white. One question started to fill my mind. If I was blind, could I sleep without closing my eyes? While I pondered this strange question, someone opened the door and walked in. His footsteps were soft, but I knew right away who it was.