I see nothing, no light, no good, no bad they call it being blind. People never call me blind my classmates prefer handicap, burden, obstacle, load or baggage based on this you can tell I don't have many friends, but I take that as an advantage like freedom. I get to be away from drama and pointless conversations. I live a full life, I don't need anyone or anything to move around. I know it's hard to believe people always say that I fake it. When that happens I ask them ¿What do you see? They always describe something around them like people, grass, the street and then I say I don't see it, there's nothing, no light, no colors. I live in infinite darkness. I always think of my self lucky, I can't imagine living like everyone else. I have a huge imagination but my parents don't understand me and they probably never will that's why they called me Mystic. One day in school a new kid arrived and sat down right next to me in class. He would not shut up I didn't know what to do.
"I'm blind" I blurted out
My heart was rising by the second, he took his time but finally said something back.
"I'm a talker I hope you don't mind. I want to be friends."
This was the first person that didn't cared if I was blind. He was waiting for a answer but I didn't had one so he took my silence as if I've said 'lets be friends'. This was the start of something special. We had a lot of things in common, we both hated reading (you saw that one coming) and love being outside we would talk for hours. He was curious about being blind so we would have conversations about it like this one:
"Mystic can I ask you something?" He had a unstable voice so I took it seriouslly.
"you know you can ask me anything."
"If you see no light then the sun is no problem I don't see why you use sunglasses?" This was an easy question I would get it often.
"People can't see my eyes, it's better if I use the sunglasses."
I was lucky that time he usually keeps talking until I have to go home. A few months later we went out to our favorite place. The forest. By then I couldn't be apart from him, we would be together all the time. I guessed he was tired looking at my glasses because that night in the forest he finally got them off me.
"It's almost midnight" I said
"yeah I know. I have something important to tell you but you have to promise me that you will think about it before you say anything."
"Whatever it is it can't that bad for you to get this serious"
"It's not bad I just...have to say...I love you"
After the small heart-attack I had just hearing those words from him I hurried and kissed him. It was so soft and natural it just felt right. He stopped and said "take it off"
I started to panic but a few seconds later he explained.
"Take the glasses off you don't need them"
I refused to take them off, he got mad something about me not trusting him.
"we get along just fine with them no need to take them off" I said.
"I love you, all of you no matter what." I gave up, but I had to warn him.
"You are going to see darkness after you see them."
He seem not to care so I took them off.
Her eyes were beautifull nothing could be compared to the beauty of them. Her eyes had every color except for one black. Nothing had that amount of light . It was so bright that everything is else looked dark. All around, all I could see was darkness. I understood now what Mystic said about only being able to see darkness, everything was so dark compared to Mystic's eyes. Now they knew everything about each other they accepted it and lived in infinite darkness together.
