Is Stevie Wonder Really Blind Novels & Stories

The firewood in the stove crackled, illuminating Derek's momentarily pale face. He stared at the tips of his leather shoes, seeing only a blur of gray. The sensation of Tabitha's fingers grazing his collarbone that morning suddenly became vivid. How can a blind man compete with others? The thought stung his heart like a venomous needle. He clenched his pants leg fiercely, nails nearly piercing his thigh. A small hand suddenly covered his, Hedwig's thumb pressing gently into his taut tendons.

It was hard to believe, for when she was locked away, he had only been eight years old. "Yes, Octavia, it's me. I’ve grown up..." Sebastian stretched out his hand, but after searching for a while, he couldn’t find hers. Octavia, noticing his distress, asked, "What’s wrong? Sebastian, your eyes..." "Mr. Vanderbilt had an accident a while back, and the blood clots are pressing on his nerves, causing blindness," Caitlin explained. "Blind? You can’t see anything now? Sebastian..." Octavia broke down, her heart shattering as she saw her nephew in such a state.

Thea wondered. Thea knew a man who had been blind since birth. He often traveled anywhere with the aid of a cane. Although Thea had never asked directly how the world looked to him, she had once heard an explanation that the man wasn’t entirely in total darkness. He could still perceive a faint light and a few objects in two contrasting colors—one completely dark, and one slightly lighter. Thea interpreted it as possibly like shadows in black and gray. The cane was merely an aid so he wouldn’t misjudge objects blocking his path. Then, could Sebastian be experiencing something similar? Especially since he hadn’t been blind from birth. Perhaps Sebastian’s vision was actually better compared to

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"