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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 11/05/2014
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The rain drops splattered on my face. A heavy breeze blew my hair back, spreading a chill through my body.
I stumbled to the crosswalk, the wind making it hard to stand up straight. “Walk; Walk.” The crosswalk sang out. I began walking, but when I was half-way across, a stranger bumped into me, and being the dummy I am dropped my walking stick. I tried to grab it, but all that my fist grabbed was air. I heard a horn blare, and all I could do was to brace myself.
Of Course, people who had said my life would flash before my eyes had lied. Nothing flashed; it was just blank like my whole life had been. I was certain that I was dead; that nothing would save me. But I was mistaken.
Barely a moment had passed before someone grabbed my hand and ran. I felt that we were on the sidewalk, and gasped.
“Are you crazy?” My savior yelled.
“I—I lost my walking stick.” I replied shyly. “I couldn’t see.” I had always been self-conscious of my blindness, and I sure didn’t want to tell it to a stranger.
“Oh.” He said. “Well, I don’t see it anywhere.”
My heart dropped. Without it, I was nothing. “Come on.” He said, taking my hand. I cocked my head to the side.
“Where are we going?” I asked. He just led me on. I heard the ringing of a store bell.
“What’s your favorite color?” He asked. I sighed.
“Do you really think it matters?” I retorted.
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He said before he left, and I guided my way to a chair. I waited, and listened. Listening was something that I was good at. I never really socialized with anyone. Even though I was blind, I could feel their eyes on me, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Which is why even though he had saved me, I didn’t trust this savior of mine. I did let his slip of the tongue question go; it was probably just nerves. A cough alerted me of his presence.
“So, do you just wait around to assist helpless girls, and then buy them stuff?” I asked.
“You could just say thank you.” He said. I reached out for my new stick, and stood up.
“Thank you.” I conceded. I generally didn’t ask what stranger’s names were. You get too attached when names are involved, but my curiosity got the better of me. “What’s your name?”
“Todd.” He said. ‘What’s yours?”
“Savannah.” I turned to leave, but Todd stopped me.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to save you if we stuck together?” He asked. I smiled as I turned around.
“Do all guys have some kind of secret school to learn corny pick-up lines?” I asked. Todd just laughed.
“To make up for the corny joke, how about some coffee?” I thought about it. Would a simple coffee really hurt?
“Fine. But if you make another corny joke about my blindness, I will hit you.” I warned.
Although I had seemed to be against coffee, I didn’t mind, because I loved the smell. Hearing and smell were my dominant senses, as if to make up for my lack of sight.
“What’s your story?” Todd asked. I scoffed.
“Oh no. We are not going to have this discussion.” I said. “Because then you think you can fix whatever happened— which you can’t. Pick another topic.”
I heard Todd sigh, and then silence. Did he leave? “Savannah, you can’t just let it stay inside you like this. I am just trying to help you. Please.”
At that moment my whole being was conflicted. Should I trust him? What made him any different than the others? But there was something in his voice; something that made me trust him. I sighed slowly. This could either be the most wonderful thing to happen to me, or it could be the worst thing in the world.
“Why do you want to help me?” I asked. “Of all the girls you could help, you choose me. I don’t understand.”
He grabbed my hand, so that I would know he was still here. “Because, I see a girl who doesn’t let anyone in she doesn’t trust; who keeps so much to herself that she would rather try to find her way blindly than ask for help.”
“I have trust issues.” I said.
“That is clearly evident.” Todd said. “Let me show you that you don’t have to be this way.”
“Yes.” I said, and then repeated it, making sure that I did, in fact, speak. Asking for help was foreign to me, so “yes” was not really in my vocabulary.
“Okay then.” Todd said. “Let’s go.” So, Todd showed me how to live life. He was my eyes — really weird eyes, but eyes nonetheless. He was always there to catch me. Until one day, he wasn’t.
I waited for him for hours at our special café at the mall. He said he’d be there, and he always kept his promises. It was then when I knew he was probably not coming back. I stumbled my way back home, disappointment and rejection coursing through me. I knew this was going to happen, as days turned to months, and months turned to years.
I couldn’t blame it all on him, though. If I hadn’t been stupid and let my emotions come over me, this wouldn’t have happened. People often blame others for their mistakes; they never blame themselves. When, in fact, they are at fault as well.
So I lived my life again, but I didn’t go back in my shell. I owed it to myself to live better than I had been. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m coming!” I called, hobbling my way to the door. “Who is it?”
“Savannah.” The way he said my name was so familiar. Time seemed to stop as I froze. How was he here?
“Todd?” I whispered, extending my hand to his cheek— to slap him. “You left me! For two years! You promised to be there for me. I opened myself up—for you. I did it, all of it, for you!”
I left. I realized that was stupid, since I lived there, but it was one of those moments that I needed to talk, to let go of all the anger inside of me.
“Savannah, wait!” Todd called. “At least let me explain.” I kept walking. “Fine. I’ll explain anyway. I saw a girl so broken, so devoid of emotions that I wanted to, I don’t know, fix her. But then I realized all she needed was a bit of self-confidence, because she was already so perfect— too perfect for someone like me to deserve her.”
It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what he said. “What? You left me because you didn’t think you deserved me?” I asked. I reached out my hand and slapped him— again. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! I liked you, and may have even loved you. You were perfect for me.”
I turned to leave, but I naturally dropped my cane, and I started to fall into the street. Todd grabbed my hand and whirled me around into his arms. “I told you I would always catch you.” He whispered. “I’m sorry I left, but if you still like me, then please, let’s go back to where we were?”
I closed my eyes, just listening, like I always do. These past two years were hard, and I thought about what I wanted; what I had always wanted. I had made my choice a long time ago. “Yes.” I said as I turned around.
Just then it started raining. “It was raining when we first met.” Todd noted. I understood what he was trying to do. “Oh no!” I exclaimed. “We are not kissing in the rain to make everything better like some cliché movie.” I had barely finished before Todd grabbed the back of my hand and kissed me.
“Seriously?” I asked. “Am I speaking the same language as you?”
“Would it kill you to live life once in a while?" Todd asked. I huffed.
“I suppose I could try it.” I conceded. “But not all the time!”
In the end, everything turned out all right for us, even if our love life seemed like a corny romantic movie. But I decided that as long as Todd was by my side, I could live with corny. And that, is probably the corniest thing I could say to end this story.
Rain Drops(Samantha Maise)
The rain drops splattered on my face. A heavy breeze blew my hair back, spreading a chill through my body.
I stumbled to the crosswalk, the wind making it hard to stand up straight. “Walk; Walk.” The crosswalk sang out. I began walking, but when I was half-way across, a stranger bumped into me, and being the dummy I am dropped my walking stick. I tried to grab it, but all that my fist grabbed was air. I heard a horn blare, and all I could do was to brace myself.
Of Course, people who had said my life would flash before my eyes had lied. Nothing flashed; it was just blank like my whole life had been. I was certain that I was dead; that nothing would save me. But I was mistaken.
Barely a moment had passed before someone grabbed my hand and ran. I felt that we were on the sidewalk, and gasped.
“Are you crazy?” My savior yelled.
“I—I lost my walking stick.” I replied shyly. “I couldn’t see.” I had always been self-conscious of my blindness, and I sure didn’t want to tell it to a stranger.
“Oh.” He said. “Well, I don’t see it anywhere.”
My heart dropped. Without it, I was nothing. “Come on.” He said, taking my hand. I cocked my head to the side.
“Where are we going?” I asked. He just led me on. I heard the ringing of a store bell.
“What’s your favorite color?” He asked. I sighed.
“Do you really think it matters?” I retorted.
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He said before he left, and I guided my way to a chair. I waited, and listened. Listening was something that I was good at. I never really socialized with anyone. Even though I was blind, I could feel their eyes on me, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Which is why even though he had saved me, I didn’t trust this savior of mine. I did let his slip of the tongue question go; it was probably just nerves. A cough alerted me of his presence.
“So, do you just wait around to assist helpless girls, and then buy them stuff?” I asked.
“You could just say thank you.” He said. I reached out for my new stick, and stood up.
“Thank you.” I conceded. I generally didn’t ask what stranger’s names were. You get too attached when names are involved, but my curiosity got the better of me. “What’s your name?”
“Todd.” He said. ‘What’s yours?”
“Savannah.” I turned to leave, but Todd stopped me.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to save you if we stuck together?” He asked. I smiled as I turned around.
“Do all guys have some kind of secret school to learn corny pick-up lines?” I asked. Todd just laughed.
“To make up for the corny joke, how about some coffee?” I thought about it. Would a simple coffee really hurt?
“Fine. But if you make another corny joke about my blindness, I will hit you.” I warned.
Although I had seemed to be against coffee, I didn’t mind, because I loved the smell. Hearing and smell were my dominant senses, as if to make up for my lack of sight.
“What’s your story?” Todd asked. I scoffed.
“Oh no. We are not going to have this discussion.” I said. “Because then you think you can fix whatever happened— which you can’t. Pick another topic.”
I heard Todd sigh, and then silence. Did he leave? “Savannah, you can’t just let it stay inside you like this. I am just trying to help you. Please.”
At that moment my whole being was conflicted. Should I trust him? What made him any different than the others? But there was something in his voice; something that made me trust him. I sighed slowly. This could either be the most wonderful thing to happen to me, or it could be the worst thing in the world.
“Why do you want to help me?” I asked. “Of all the girls you could help, you choose me. I don’t understand.”
He grabbed my hand, so that I would know he was still here. “Because, I see a girl who doesn’t let anyone in she doesn’t trust; who keeps so much to herself that she would rather try to find her way blindly than ask for help.”
“I have trust issues.” I said.
“That is clearly evident.” Todd said. “Let me show you that you don’t have to be this way.”
“Yes.” I said, and then repeated it, making sure that I did, in fact, speak. Asking for help was foreign to me, so “yes” was not really in my vocabulary.
“Okay then.” Todd said. “Let’s go.” So, Todd showed me how to live life. He was my eyes — really weird eyes, but eyes nonetheless. He was always there to catch me. Until one day, he wasn’t.
I waited for him for hours at our special café at the mall. He said he’d be there, and he always kept his promises. It was then when I knew he was probably not coming back. I stumbled my way back home, disappointment and rejection coursing through me. I knew this was going to happen, as days turned to months, and months turned to years.
I couldn’t blame it all on him, though. If I hadn’t been stupid and let my emotions come over me, this wouldn’t have happened. People often blame others for their mistakes; they never blame themselves. When, in fact, they are at fault as well.
So I lived my life again, but I didn’t go back in my shell. I owed it to myself to live better than I had been. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m coming!” I called, hobbling my way to the door. “Who is it?”
“Savannah.” The way he said my name was so familiar. Time seemed to stop as I froze. How was he here?
“Todd?” I whispered, extending my hand to his cheek— to slap him. “You left me! For two years! You promised to be there for me. I opened myself up—for you. I did it, all of it, for you!”
I left. I realized that was stupid, since I lived there, but it was one of those moments that I needed to talk, to let go of all the anger inside of me.
“Savannah, wait!” Todd called. “At least let me explain.” I kept walking. “Fine. I’ll explain anyway. I saw a girl so broken, so devoid of emotions that I wanted to, I don’t know, fix her. But then I realized all she needed was a bit of self-confidence, because she was already so perfect— too perfect for someone like me to deserve her.”
It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what he said. “What? You left me because you didn’t think you deserved me?” I asked. I reached out my hand and slapped him— again. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! I liked you, and may have even loved you. You were perfect for me.”
I turned to leave, but I naturally dropped my cane, and I started to fall into the street. Todd grabbed my hand and whirled me around into his arms. “I told you I would always catch you.” He whispered. “I’m sorry I left, but if you still like me, then please, let’s go back to where we were?”
I closed my eyes, just listening, like I always do. These past two years were hard, and I thought about what I wanted; what I had always wanted. I had made my choice a long time ago. “Yes.” I said as I turned around.
Just then it started raining. “It was raining when we first met.” Todd noted. I understood what he was trying to do. “Oh no!” I exclaimed. “We are not kissing in the rain to make everything better like some cliché movie.” I had barely finished before Todd grabbed the back of my hand and kissed me.
“Seriously?” I asked. “Am I speaking the same language as you?”
“Would it kill you to live life once in a while?" Todd asked. I huffed.
“I suppose I could try it.” I conceded. “But not all the time!”
In the end, everything turned out all right for us, even if our love life seemed like a corny romantic movie. But I decided that as long as Todd was by my side, I could live with corny. And that, is probably the corniest thing I could say to end this story.
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