That mus suck I’d hate not being able to see. Were you born blind or did something happen?
It’s something to get used to. I had eye cancer, like, a few months ago. They got rid of it - together with my eyes, that is. You don’t want to see what’s behind the sunglasses, I can promise you. It’s terrible not to see people, to see things, especially having not seen them before; I can only but guess how beautiful you are, which colours the flowers have, & that sort of stuff, y’know.
Stumbling his way through the corridors, Isaac - alarmed
yet prevented by the screeching wheezing of d a n g e r -
made a fair attempt at following the sound of footsteps
gradually louder every second he approached. There was
no sense of panic, but warmth was felt and everlasting.
Not to mention the disastrous loss of his cane - a lot of
scolding happened, you can imagine.
The worst of all was the
absence of his friends.
He could live with an
agonizing and slow death,
but not Hazel, not Gus, not again.
Having finally approached something of a safepoint,
Isaac began asking around - have you seen this
dashing young boy with a sense of humour and one
leg ? a girl with tubes and a most amazing smile on
the side? - but, let us be real honest here, Isaac was
not the one to make much progress.
” - and where’s Lydia ? “
Wait your blind? Shit you have to deal with all the stupid stuff here and not even see how pretty the place actually is.
Yep, that’s me. Can’t even find my room half of the time. But no worries, I’ll make it through. I’m not initially presumed dead, I suppose.
Not even one. Maybe on the cheek then. Yeah, Lydia.
Ah. The world is a cruel, cruel place.
But a kiss on the cheek is alright, thank you.
- Aren’t you inhibiting the room next to Gus & Stiles, by the way?
Isaac, I expect you to take me on a date before I kiss you.
So not even one little kiss?
Like, on the cheek, or something?
- Lydia, right? I think?
It’s okay. I don’t mind helping out. Please tell me you’re making a chocolate milkshake because I’ll judge you if it’s anything else. I’m Lydia Martin, by the way.
I was - but the colour appalled me. So I am, because colours truly do not bother me. Isaac, my pleasure. I’d shake your hand, but honestly, - at this point, who knows what mistakes will arise ? I might just slap you across your shoulders, or something. Consider it extended.
Yeah, you haven’t. You just missed the blender a few times. The ice cream, isn’t in it. It’s lying right next to it though.
Oi. Thank you, - It’s quite the thing, ice cream. To have in an milkshake. Uh. Hm.
Know, that if you use my disability in order
to k i s s me without me being aware of
whom you are, do go ahead.
You’d think they’d tell you, or you know, guide you there or something. Dude, you don’t know how much I’m up for that. That seriously sounds like the best thing ever. Excluding brownies and Cat-Dog. No, never will I doubt your intentions. Probably better than mine. But seriously, move in.
Oh, that’s alright. It’s not like I can see their reactions on me stumbling across the corridors. Just so you know. If we will watch cat-dog. You will have to explain everything that’s happening, because wow, a cat and a dog, man. Wouldn’t miss it for a penny. I’ll ask Gus if he’s alright with it - and if he’s willing to help me move a mattress or two.
No, I hardly tell anyone such promising words. So you’re something, Isaac. Oh yes, the xbox makes me feel very squishy. Yeah, sure does, man. Like you as well, dude. Room 204, sharing with Augustus Waters. What about you?
W e l l - to be quite honest, I have no clue. I know where to put my key in, but I’m unfamiliar with the number. Hazel knows. You’re sharing with Gus, huh? Mayhaps it would be a better idea to just secretly move into your room, instead, playing games all night - it’d be much cozier, that’s for sure. Unless you doubt my intentions as a blind man, that is.