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Just as alluring. Paxton turned his head a bit more and frowned. "Is that a giraffe?" Coco followed his gaze and sure enough a long neck stuck up against the night sky, the animal's head doing a little side-to-side motion Coco knew well. "Is something wrong with it?" He squinted. "That's Blinky. She's blind." She smiled fondly at the animal as it found its bearings and ambled away from the party. "My theory is that she does this to listen to where things are before she heads to her next destination."

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.

His gaze lifted to mine and for the first time, I saw the pain in his brown eyes which he blinked away almost immediately before answering,“I’m here, aren't I?” I held his gaze for a second longer before nodding slowly. “Okay.” Silence settled as I turned back toward my side of the room, picking up my sketchbook without really seeing it because my mind was elsewhere. Connecting, something about Lydia and Ernest, about the way she looked at him, and the way he reacted; It didn’t feel like just “someone he knew.” It felt like a complicated history and somehow, I had just been dropped right in the middle of it. My phone buzzed softly on the bed beside me, snapping me out of it. I picked it up a

"Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom." The more he listened, the more confused Argus felt with the concept of marriage proposed by July, but he did not dare to interrupt the explanation of the woman he loved so much. Seeing her who was so excited about planning their wedding at this time, automatically made a smile on his face shine brightly. Never had he felt this happy, staring intently at every p

"The light. It blinked! It blinked!" Elinor eyes went wide. She realized that she was really not just seeing things. "I saw it. But it only lasted for a second," "What was that?" Suzanne's restless eyes settled on her, "They are already making their way home," Elinor's face contorted in confusion. She could not grasp what Suzanne was talking about. How can a small blinking light tell her that? "What did you just say?" she said, despite the relief that was slowly rising inside her, her mind cannot seem to reason out.

my mother whispered. “Yes, Mom.” The red light swirled around her in violent, glowing circles before intensifying into a blinding flash. We shielded our eyes, and when the light died down, the necklace was gone. Only a faint residue of red mist remained, sinking into her skin before vanishing completely. Novel’s eyes flew open. She let out a sharp, desperate gasp for air, her chest heaving, but the effort was too much. She slumped back against the pillows, fainting again, but this time, her breathing was steady.

Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to blink, as if closing her eyes would make her lose control. After several minutes, she braked sharply in front of a small building. This was where Alex lived. She abruptly cut the engine, opened the door with a sharp movement, and slammed it so hard the echo resounded down the street. Her steps were quick, nervous, almost trembling.

The air around him changed, that slow, suffocating pressure that meant he was no longer pretending to be anything but what he was. Her magic strained harder, pushing back. He was a wall. She was a blast wave. The lights went out. Not a flicker. A complete blackout. For one breath, the only illumination came from the city far below and the thin moonlight slicing through the broken windows. In that dimness, Althea saw it: Her reflection in the jagged shards embedded in the wall. Her own eyes shining too bright, catching light they shouldn’t. Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there.

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.