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Blake. Blake wasn’t sure what was more ridiculous—the fact that he had been studying all morning or the fact that he actually cared about impressing Amelia. Not that he’d ever admit it cause if Charlie found out, he’d never let it go. Blake leaned back in his chair, flipping another page in the physics textbook he had borrowed from the school library. His room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of his pen against paper. The notes he had scribbled looked nothing like his usual ones—this time, he was actually paying attention to what he wrote instead of just doodling in the margins.

“The chair will be in your room shortly. I’m having it sent over while we discuss this matter. You said that you could sense a change within yourself when you sat upon the chair?” “Yes, it’s a little hard to describe the sensation I received. Almost as if a wave of warm energy was coursing through my body.” Blake replied, looking at his grandfather. Robert got up and started looking through his books until he came across an old leather-bound book. Retrieving it, he sat back down and opened it. Flipping through a few pages, he stopped and began to read from the page he was on.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

“Which means I hate it currently.” I laughed under my breath. “Read me part of it.” “No.” “You’re dramatic,” I laughed. She stared at me for a second before looking away with a quiet sigh. “…Fine, but if you laugh, I’ll push you down the bed.” I rolled my eyes as she reached into her bag, pulling out the folded paper carefully. She took a breath and read. Softly at first, then steadier. When she finished, silence settled between us. I stared at her in glee and she glanced at me nervously. “…What?”

••• "I read through this book" Audrey brought forth the book that contained Bludhäven history. For a brief moment Alistair's eyes widened with shock as his eyes fell on the book but he quickly recovered, the reaction was gone too quickly for Audrey to take notice of.

Blake sitting in a weird angle on his bed, me sprawled out on the floor and holding my binder. "Whatcha doin?" "Oh, I was just reading to him how to right in essay form." I smile. "Uh-huh. You're reading upside down?" She lifts an eyebrow. "Uh..." I look at the binder, realizing it is upside down. A nervous laugh escaping my lips. "She was actually making me read it. She just didn't let me hold her binder." He rolls his eyes. His mom laughs, shaking her head at us. "Believe me, I wouldn't either." I laugh along with her, Blake pouts at his mother.

His muscles pull tightly against the button up shirt he's wearing and I catch myself staring at him. I look away back to the book Infront of me sliding my glasses back into place. I run my eyes over the page I have flipped open and begin turning them. I've studied this way my entire life. I don't actually have to read the material to know it I just have to look at it. It's filed away in my brain for a rainy day. "There's no way you're actually reading that fast." He says looking over at the book as I continue to flip page after page only pausing long enough to rack my eyes over the content.

All the suspense was not good for my heart, the feeling is unexplainable it's like your disappointed but also hopeful all over again. I carefully picked up the black box with one hand and inspected it. I placed my finger on the surface and traced the material. I frowned when I felt that the surface was not balanced, so that there was a certain part that was bumpy or uneven. This is somewhat familiar a familiar experience back on earth. What is the reading system of the blind called? I know it, that's why I can't remember. It's on the tip of my tongue. I repeated my gesture and traced these somewhat incomplete patterns. After a minute I couldn't stand it anymore because I couldn't really get

Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. "You said your price was nineteen million! Why is it fifteen now?" I bent slightly, leaning close to her ear, my voice a soft whisper. "And didn't you say your price was twenty million? Then why did it come out as eighteen?" Her pupils shrank violently. She opened her mouth, as if someone had seized her throat. "You can see them too? You can see them… then why don't you believe them?" I crossed my arms and looked at her as though she were a fool.