Why Does Arya Go Blind Novels & Stories

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

Meanwhile, Arya stood there, watching the car disappear. Confusion filled her eyes. Why did he push her away? What did she do wrong? Her face fell, and tears gathered in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. She hated crying. Looking around, she noticed the lively street—lights glowing, people moving, cars passing. Slowly, a smile returned to her face. Then— “Arya!” She turned toward the voice, her face lighting up. “Crystal!” she called, waving excitedly as she ran over.

He is rigid and looks away from me. "Please don't push me away," I whisper, tears flooding my eyes. I hold his hands and wrap them around my waist. He still doesn't hold me. I put my hands around his face and make him look me in the eyes. His eyes are bloody red. "I am sorry," I say. He just gazes emotionlessly at me. "I am sorry, baby. Don't be like this," I say, tears running down my cheeks. "You have hurt me, Arya," his voice comes out hoarse.

, but seeing another creature in suffering and pain, no matter who they were made me feel sorry for them. He was a broken man at this point; his eyes stared at Aria pleadingly, hoping she would concur to his request. I turned to Aria, in a bid to see her response to this, and as I assumed, her face held an expression of shock, and another emotion I couldn't name. ARIA'S P. O. V.

From her stance, it seems she was pacing but halted on hearing me coming in. I trudged forward, feeling so exhausted. "I'm sorry for returning this morning mum, I..." Arya advanced menacingly towards me, causing me to halt in the middle of my words. I furrowed my eyebrows at her, as she stopped in front of me. "You betrayal and backstabber, how could you?" My head was thrown back in utmost surprise. "How could I what?" "I saw the guards taking you into his room. How could you have the heart to steal my man?"

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Immediately after Arya completed her words, my energy transferred to my eyes as if to protect me beforehand, and at that moment, my eyesight became sharp. At that minute, I was able to evaluate and see through Arya clearly. Due to the energy, my perception became sharper than normal, despite my blurry eyesight. I could see that Arya wasn't just an ordinary beta, and she had powerful blood in her system. She seemed to be a… A word suddenly clicked in my mind. She's a… BANG!!! Before I could deduce it, the door was suddenly kicked open by Wyatt, who entered our hostel in addition to Asher.

I hissed in a hushed voice, slapping at her hand that was poking my chest. Shaking her head as she stepped away from me, Arya wiped at her bleary eyes. I noticed the corner of her eyes moved, and she seemed to be staling for the guards attention. The minute both guards shifted their attention to us, Arya let out a broken sob like a performing actress.

My jaw clenched as my brows furrowed. I stared at him in disbelief and then turned my head to look at a very shocked and wide awake Arya who was now sitting up with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, her jaw had dropped as her breathing became frantic. Ah fuck, I thought as I instantly felt that agony pulsate through me on top of the pain she was already feeling because of her mother’s death. I took three steps toward her with my arms stretched out to her and she instantly leapt into my arms as fresh sobs started escaping her lips.

“Artemis, her dream, it was a vision.” Arya said as she cried harder. “I blocked her from seeing it, I can’t explain how I know it, but what she was seeing is going to happen and she isn’t ready for that” She said as I wiped her tears away gently. “What did she see, Arya?” I asked softly as I continued to wipe her tears away. Her eyes held a deeper sadness as she stared into mine. I wasn’t prepared for what she was going to say, but I wished I was.