Too Blind To See Her Breaking Novels & Stories

It's fucking maddening, but I refuse to give in. “Are you deaf or dumb?” I snap when she continues to remain silent, a look of shock slowly forming in her eyes. And just as I prepare to snap her out of whatever ridiculous daze she is in I see myself lying on the ground broken and bloody.

I held her, my arms wrapped around her trembling frame, her sweat and tears soaking into my shirt. She was a mess. She was broken. And she had never looked more beautiful. "You did well," I whispered, my lips brushing the top of her head. "The debt is paid. The eyes are now mine." I removed the blindfold. She blinked, her eyes unfocused and swimming with moisture. When she finally saw me, she didn't look for an exit. She reached for me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, clinging to the man who had just caused her pain as if he were her only lifeline in a drowning world.

Beneath her cracked tone was a strong-willed woman, I needed to do a lot of convincing just to get ombré out of there. I heaved deeply and turned to her. “Ariana,” I called but she didn’t respond. I could feel her piercing gaze at me but it was too dark to see them. “Trust me, okay?” I said, my tone careful, “Getting her out will be less of a hassle if you’re still here, Ariana. I promise to save her.” She still didn't say anything. I bulged her arms but before she could even say anything. The lights came back on.

Just stood there, watching her shoulders tremble, his expression fractured between fury and heartbreak, then he moved, slow enough not to startle her. When he stepped into the shower, fully clothed, his shirt darkening instantly, she turned, startled, but he caught her face between his palms. “Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.” She did, barely. Her lashes were wet, her mouth trembling. “I can’t stop seeing it,” she whispered. “The lights, the sound… I thought...” Her voice broke. “I thought that was it.” Adrian’s thumbs brushed the tears from her cheeks, even as the water replaced them. “I know baby.”

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

Looking down at her, I said, "Weren't you acting all pitiful just now? Why'd you stop crying?" Sheila forced down the hatred in her eyes. When she looked up again, her face was full of guilt. "Rose, I'm really sorry… If cutting my face will make you feel better, then go ahead. "I know you've always hated this face of mine anyway. Just because I'm prettier than you… If that's the case, then I'll destroy it." As she spoke, she reached for the blade, pretending like she was about to slash her own face. Of course, the others were not about to let her hurt herself. They rushed forward to stop her.

I knelt in the cold mud and held her while she came apart. That was when the blind woman spoke. She sat where the rogues had set her at the yard's edge, her white eyes turned up to the burning sky as though she could take its heat on a face that had not seen light in years. "You never let me finish, child." The whole yard went still. Even Ginni's weeping caught in her throat.

"Hey, can you hear me? Look at me. Can you see me?" ​She slowly lifted her head, and the raw breakdown on her face hit me like a physical punch. Her eyes were completely bloodshot, her makeup smeared down her cheeks, and her chest was heaving so violently she couldn't even form words. The moment her blurry eyes landed on me, she didn't recoil. Instead, she just completely broke. ​With a choked, heartbroken sob, she lunged forward, collapsing right against my chest.

After Helena Ashbourne cheated on me with her male assistant again, my mind came apart. At the lowest point of it, I picked up the fruit knife on the table and meant to end things myself. "Why are you hurting yourself again? Doesn't she like you anymore?" I looked up, and sixteen-year-old Helena was walking toward me with pain all over her face. She spoke gently. "Tell me who she is. I'll make her pay for you." I looked into the bright eyes of the girl in front of me. I didn't say anything. Quietly, I pointed at her face. Later, Helena put me in a psychiatric hospital herself. In the gaps between doses of sedative, the girl sat down beside my bed again. She stared out at the woman

She yelled, breaking free forcefully. She pushed his chest, but he didn't even feel it as her eyes reddened madly too, looking up at him. "Now what? Is there a price for admitting to what I really am? Is there a fuckin price??!!" Her breaths? Shallow. Loud. Her chest? Rising. Thudding. Eyes? Reddish. Desperate. But her palm is bleeding. The palm she broke the glass with in the hall. It already stopped bleeding, but she struggled to free herself from Tobias with it, now it's bleeding again