It Is You.

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That girl is really beautiful as beautiful as the violet flower in front of her. Her long straight hair which hits by the wind makes her looks more beautiful and I can't leave my eyes from her. She now hold the flower with a bright smile that she showed it rarely to anyone. And I'm so happy to be one of people who can see that smile.  

"Nolan."

I come towards her as she called my name, "I'm here."

"Could you tell me what colour this flower is?"

"Violet."

"What about the other?"

"The flower has a different colour but most of them are violet."

"That must be beautiful. So sad I can't see it."

Yes, she is blind. She lost her sight two years ago because of a car accident. She never showed up after that. She left school and moved to a small town to began a new life. Nobody knew about her condition. Even her best friends doesn't knew it.

"Nolan, I want to go back to my room."

I take her hand and guided her to her room. It's been two months since I worked for this family. Her mother told me everything about her so that I didn't do anything stupid that can hurt her feelings. Her mother also ordered me to act like her friend instead of act like her guard because she doesn't has any friends.

"Just sit here and take some rest."

I'm about to leave when she called my name and ask me to stay, "Nolan."

"Yeah?"

"You promise to tell me a story about your special friend yesterday."

"Did I said that?"

"Yes! Yesterday morning exactly."

She's not bad in remembering something especially when it comes to a promises.

"Hm... okay then."

I hesitatedly sits in a leather brown chair that located in front of her bed. Then I begin telling her my story.

"So, this special friend of mine was a happy girl. I envied her because she acted like this world meant nothing but a sweet pink cotton candy for her. I envied her because she had courage to do everything she wanted. One day, she disappear with no clues.

"At first, I thought that she left for something crazy that took her interest to do. But I was wrong. Time is running. She never called me, or texted me to just say hi or tell me how is she going. She left me, and I was sad for that. But you know what? The thing that makes my heart more broken is, she's not the same girl when I found her."

"She's not the same girl?"

"Yeah," I said. "She's afraid of the world. She never go out anymore and afraid to meet everyone out there."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I don't think that she has a reason to be afraid of the world."

"Who is she?"

I sigh, "She's a sad novel that I have to fix."

"What is her name?"

I fall in silent. I know she waits me for answering her question. But I'm stuck. I can't tell her who it is. Because if I tell her, she would fired me and I couldn't see her face anymore. The girl that we've been talking about is the girl who curious about her own name, Daisy Hemmington.

Then, I lied, "It's Bianca Clair."