Novel & Cerita No Longer Blind No Longer His

He continued We stood there for several seconds, wondering what he meant, until he let out a cough and continued. “You are coming from a far journey. The answer you are looking for is not here. It has always been beside you; you just have to open your eyes to it. If you don’t go back home now, you will lose him, and all your work will be in vain,” he explained, taking off the dark shade on his eyes. His eyes were hollow and plain white; he was blind. A frightening gasp left my mouth because we didn’t expect him to be blind. “The answer you are looking for is not here. Go home!” was the last statement he uttered before entering the shrine and closing the door.

Despite being in a very bad state, he still looked so handsome, with blue eyes that shone so bright, a perfectly carved face, and plump lips that made my hands itch to touch. “I-I can't see currently. I-i'm temporarily blind. All you have to do is help me then you can leave. I-i would not be able to recognize you if we were to meet again, so you have nothing to fear.” He said, answering my question and snapping me out of my mini trance. It was true, he seemed blind, but still, I was too scared. But could I leave a dying man alone? He seemed to be in a very bad state, with so much knife being stuck into his body. Who could have done such a thing?!

“You regret the results. I lived the years.” “I know,” he said again, his voice lower now. “And I can’t give them back to you. I can’t give back the time, or the nights you must have felt alone. I can’t even give you a reason that makes sense. I can only tell you I was blind, and I live with it.” He looked at me then, fully, his eyes no longer trying to persuade, no longer searching for an opening. Only holding the weight of what he carried.

He did not hear the whispers. Power had made him blind. his guards kept on missing

“Are you sure?” I almost want to smash my face against the wall, hit it again and again until my neurons start working again. I stare at Darío. I can’t believe that he is actually blind, that after trying to regain what he lost with the death of his late wife, he is now left in that state for the rest of his life. My heart and mind cannot believe it. I cannot give it up so easily.

Then I realized, with heartbreaking clarity, that the Mark who once promised to protect me forever no longer existed. … Thankfully, a few minutes later, order was restored. Someone helped me to my feet. I thanked them, then pressed a hand over my bleeding forehead and made my way to the hospital.

“Oh Gina, I always knew you were never blind. I can tell. I have seen you walk to tough places when those who could see couldn’t go. I have been watching you for a while and these days, you seem very disturbed. You have no idea how happy Rylan would be when I let him know I have you and you are not blind.” I blinked hard. “Who are you? How come I can see again, what have you done.” The smile on the man faded away. “What is that supposed to mean?” “I can see you!” I yelled with a happy laugh. After all this is over, I should consider acting as a profession. I tossed my head back and started looking everywhere vigorously. “Please let me see the sun. Let me touch your face at least.” He smiled

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

"Forgive me. I am nothing without you." The silence stretched, heavy with his humility and my indifference. I looked down at the silvered crown of his head, the posture of abject submission he had never shown me when I was his. Only now, when I had become inaccessible, did he offer what he had once demanded I give unconditionally. I felt nothing. Only vast, empty clarity. I turned to my father, my gaze fixed upon the future. "I have nothing to discuss with trespassers," I said. "Show them the door."