That light. The one that could see. But how? Am I slowly gaining my sight back? Am I dying?
“This is fucked up,” I said rolling off my bed. The date earlier that night had been great. Ryan had said his goodbye with a kiss on my cheek, a kiss not even my own mother gave me. I would've been grateful for a hug.
I shuffled over to my balcony into the cool, late November evening. And as I leaned against the rail, a light breeze whipped around me and-who the hell was dumb enough to wander into the freakin' Valentine mansion?
I heard a couple twigs crack and a grunt. A manly grunt.
“Who's there?” I said alarmingly, “I swear, I'll beat you to next year if you don't come show yourself!” I raised my fist.
I heard a soft laugh. A familiar laugh.
“Oh Ava. I'm right here.” that voice said.
I put down my fists, “Kassper, I'm blind. That's sort of a duh thing.”
“I know.”
I sighed. “What are you doing here?”
“I might ask you the same thing.”
“I live here.”
“Well, yeah. There's rumors going around that the Valentine's have a secret child. I came to see for myself.”
I arched my eyebrow, “well they're true. Anything else besides the fact your on a private property without any permission from the owners?”
“Then. . . may I enter this facility?”
I smiled. “Sure.”
I heard Kassper climbing up the rose vines beside my balcony. “I didn't mean literally.” I said.
“Well to bad,” he said, I heard the light smack of hands slapping down on stone and the light scrape of fabric. Then the same heavy feet hit the ground of the balcony with a thunk.
I took a cautious step back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I have a phone, you know.”
“I know. I wanted to see you.”
He actually wanted to see me? Is he fucking kidding me? Maybe its the whole blind girl -Guardian angel thing he's doing. Instead of jumping up and down in glee, like any other naïve girl, I just shrugged. I've heard to many books, movies, and songs.
“I also wanted to tell you that I was there last night at The Show with. . . a friend.” he confessed. His tone implied there's something more to “friend”. “And I wanted to say that you sing good. Really good. I mean, are you sure your not some ex-pro singer who's name slipped my mind?”
Okay that got to me. I know I'm good. Not to sound arrogant and full of it, but it's true. I have time to compare my voice to others and which tones are better fit for me. “Um. . . thanks.” I said blushing slightly.
He chuckled softly, “Anytime. I'm full of them.”
“Full of it,” I muttered.
“Full of fun.”
“Depends on your definition of fun.”
“Oh I have many,” I heard a smile in his voice.
“Do you?”
“I do.”
I smiled syly, “prove it.”
Oh God. Was I flirting with him? On my freakin' balcony?
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The Blind Girl's Guardian Angel (temporarily on hold)
Romance*read anyway please. its kills me to say this, but its on hold. im just really behind on things and ill work on the next chapter as soon as my scedual allows it and when I finish Pirate's heart. enjoy :')*Ava Valentine has been blind since birth. An...
