The Blind One

Chapter 14

I wake up on the plane with sore arms, neck, you know what everything else was sore. Why? I slept on a plane.

Yesterday, while we were rushing to get on the plane, I realised how much trouble we were going through just to get to korea. I mean, I know the company is rich, I know it. So why did they want to travel so publicly, they probably have a private jet or something but nope, they want to take the plane. I can't believe that I had to run, with my suitcases as well as Mr Bus Ticket man tugging my hand...I was supposed to be leading him, but he was pulling me, as if he knew where everyone was, mind you, he did bump into a few kids and gladly none of them started crying, which made me wonder just how intelligent the man really was, I read an article last night whilst on the plane, it was from one of the magazines that mason got me, it was about how blind people's other senses sharpen because of the loss of the sense of sight..so Mr Bus Ticket 'Man can smell hear, feel and taste better I guess... And I also found out what he was doing in the car yesterday, I was right because he was reading, using a Braille. I can't believe that I didn't know that. I mean how did he learn? Was he born blind? And exactly why have I woken up thinking about him?

I sighed and shifted my position, then covered myself with the blanket. Despite be being completely covered up, I was still cold. I turned to My Boss who was sitting on the chair just next to me. I sat next to an elderly lady called Gina ,she sat by the window which made me winder if she was freezing too..Gina has the most lovely personality. She is coming from the Uk and is finally going back home to Korea because she has finally retired. Mason sat in the chair just in front of me...I looked over to my left and watched Mr Bus Ticket Man who was awake, he was still stuck in that book while the gorgeous lady sat next to him, closer to me. He sat by the window which was further away from me. I continued to watch him intently. His face pulled into a firm concentration, his eyes looking ahead of him while his hands and fingers stroked the page.

I found this odd. he is always too perfect and subtle about his movement and and where to position his stare, it makes me think that he is actually looking at me but he's always just listening. But looking at him now, it shows, I can actually see the blind man in him.

Sighing at my wrecked thoughts about him again I turned back forward and looked ahead. My eyes because droopy due to the constant groans of the engine, swoosh of the plane in the sky...I felt so unsafe yet so comfortable...not to mention sore...

I sat for another half an hour, my eyes glued to the small screen just ahead of me. I was watching something but I wasn't following the story. I yawned and tried to stretch, but my muscles just tightened even more.

Hearing my movements. I watched as masons head popped in the gap between the two seats in front of me.

"Good morning" he whispered due to everyone else who was asleep.

"Morning" I grumble in my usual morning grogginess. I heard mason chuckle at this, I sent him a playful glare.

"You're not a morning person then?" He asked, a little louder that before.

I shook my head. "It depends"

He cocked an eyebrow "on what?"

I yawned again and watched him grin at my yawning face "if I'm sleeping on the plane or the floor, sofa or...my comfortable bed"

His lips twitched at my response "you get used to it"

I shook my head "Mason, I'm cold as hell" he laughed loudly at this. The man sitting next to him began I stir. I giggled at the way he quickly stopped laughing.

"Miss Richards" he mocked me

"Elizabeth" I mumbled

"Ahh...you've finally decided to share your first name" He smiled"it's about time"