i wrote this thing not too long ago and i dont know what to think of it…
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He hated the way he was. He hated how everyone he knew had something on him. He hated that he needed assistance to cross the room. Pure hatred boiled inside him, but for no good reason. He couldn’t change the fact that he was unable to see, he was born with it. He knew no other way than to ask for help to get from here to there. He knew no other way than to ask what something read. He did know, though, that not everyone was like this. He knew that his friends and his family could see. He knew that they joked about his friend Michael’s hair color, but he didn’t understand it. Nor would he ever understand it. What was color? All he ever saw was darkness. It wasn’t fair, he would think, but then again, life isn’t either.
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Freedom was what he felt as he walked the quiet streets one October evening. Nobody was guiding him as he walked, nobody was telling him what the surrounding area looked like. Hell, he could run straight into a tree for all he knew, but that didn’t stop him. It was nice to rely on the feeling inside rather than another person or his white stick. Independence; it felt good.

Running helped her escape the world for a little while. When her headphones were in, the world was shut out. October was her favorite time of year to run. The air wasn’t quite cold, but it wasn’t hot; it was crisp. The faded leaves crunched under her feet as she ran, giving her a warm feeling. Usually she kept her eyes wide open while running to decrease the possibility of running into someone or thing as much as possible. Yet, today was different. She let the feel of the wind in her hair take over her body. She let it soak into her skin as she closed her eyes. Her eyes flew open as she tripped over her two feet, tumbling on top of someone else.

“Oh God, I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry,” the girl rambled on, trying to pull herself off.

Her voice was as smooth as molasses, he thought. It was so angelic and soft, even when she was rambling. It had this rich and sweet tone to it, which made him feel warm inside. He didn’t care that someone had just toppled onto him; he was smiling from ear to ear. Although he couldn’t see her, he could tell she was beautiful.

“Oh, um, no. It’s my fault,” Ashton stuttered after realizing he needed to say something.

“You’re bleeding, here let me help you up,” she held her hand out for him to grab. Little did she know, he couldn’t see it.

“I am? Where?” He asked unaware of her trying to help him.

“Right there,” she pointed, “on your knee?”

“Oh. I’m sure it’s nothing,” he said while trying to get up himself.

The girl was more than a little confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s nothing major, I can’t really see it.” Ashton was back on his feet by now. He could tell by the awkward pause that she was waiting for him to explain. “I’m blind,” he said like it was most natural thing in the world.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I uh, didn’t know, I-” he stopped her short.

“Why would you be sorry?” He laughed.

When he laughed, she noted, his whole face lit up. He was very handsome, and she could tell he was probably a complete, lovable, dork.

She didn’t know how to respond. Why would she be sorry? Sure, she was sorry for running into him, but that’s not what she had said. She said she was sorry for him being blind, and it made her feel bad to think she said she was sorry for someone being blind.

“Oh, um. I’m sorry for running into you?” she said more of a question than an apology.

“It’s okay,” he paused, “un, this may sound really weird, but um, do you have a, uh, boyfriend?” He nervously inquired from the girl.

“I don’t even know your name and you’re already practically asking me out,” she joked.

“I’m Ashton,” he held out his hand for her to shake, “and you are?”

“Y/N,” she laughed and took his hand.

If he thought her voice was angelic, her laugh must’ve been God-like. It was filled with pure joy and he could only imagine what she looked like when she laughed.

“You’re staring, well, I mean, I know you’re not, but you kind of are and it’s making me blush,” Y/N bit her lip and brushed the hair out of her eyes like she usually did when she blushed.

“I bet you look really cute when you blush,” Ashton sighed and felt himself get a little self conscious for not being able to see. It’s not like he asked for this, he was born not being able to see, and sure he got mad at the world for it, but it was no use and nothing compared to how frustrated he was for not being able to see this probably gorgeous girl in front of him.

She felt herself fall a little. This must really upset him, she thought.

“Hey,” she replied. How was she supposed to approach this, for she always talked with her eyes, not her mouth? “I think you are really adorable. No, I do not have a boyfriend, and trust me, you’re not missing much.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. Your voice is as soft as silk and your laugh is as pure as Heaven. Only someone with true beauty could carry those things with them. And please don’t say I can’t say that because I’m blind, I’m saying it because it’s true.” His voice was soft, assuring her that what he had said was sincere. “You’re beautiful, and I’ve known you for about 10, maybe 15, minutes, but I would really like to know more about you.”

“You’re so sweet, and I’d like that too, but I’m not beautiful.” She tried to make him believe it, but he wasn’t having any of this.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he protested.

“It’s not-”

“No, stop,” his voice was firm. “Don’t deny it by saying that I’m blind, but you are really beautiful. You are very sweet, most people when they find out I’m blind flee the other way. Please believe me when I say your beautiful.” He tried to plea.

“You don’t even know me,” Y/N said, putting her walls up.

“But I’d like to.”

- one year later

It’s been one year since their encounter on the street; they learned so much about each other in that short time frame. He learned that her voice when an octave higher when she lied, and she learned that he scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. He learned that she’d been hurt in the past, and he knew not to do that to her. She learned how upsetting it was for him to hear everyone talk about this or that, and he couldn’t understand because he couldn’t see it. He learned that running calmed her down. She learned that he felt free when he walked without his white stick or assistance from someone else. He learned that she screamed when she was stressed. She learned he pulled at his hair when he was stressed. They knew each other.

He may not have been able to see her, but he knew every nook and crany to her body. She knew his hazel eyes better than anything else. She loved that she could be mesmerized by him and just stare without him noticing, but little did she know, he knew, he felt her warm, loving stare on his body, and he enjoyed it.

Ashton took a deep breath as he felt his pocket to make sure it was still there. He made his way to where he had asked her to meet him.

“I was started to worry that you weren’t coming,” she laughed as he came into sight.

He tried to laugh, but it was hard to shake this nervous feeling he had inside of him. He started to scratch his neck as he sat down next to her on the park bench.

“You’re nervous,” she commented immediately, “why?”

“I love you, Y/N,” he said with a big smile on his face, some of the nerves were calming down.

“I love you, too. Now, why are you nervous?” She tried to push it out of him.

“Listen to me and please don’t interrupt until I’m finished. Okay?” He asked running his had through his hair.

“Okay,” she was anxious, he could tell by the tone of her voice.

“I love you. I love you so damn much. You always bring a smile to my face, and you know me like the back of your hand. You are so beautiful, and don’t deny it saying that I’m blind. You are so beautiful, smart, funny, and sweet. I fell in love with your voice at our very first meeting. I knew then that you were the one. Somehow, for some odd reason, you fell in love with me, too. I am so in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he got down on one knee and pulled out the box that he’s been carrying around with him, “I’ve been carrying this around with me for about a month, and I never knew when the right time was. Then I realized, it had to be today. The day that we met, the day where you tripped and knocked us over. Y/N, will you please marry me?”

Y/N couldn’t make out any words, she was so in shock. She nodded her head, and laughed since he couldn’t see it.
“Yes,” she nodded again. “You can’t see it, but I’m nodding so hard. I love you so much.”

Who knew Y/N could be so grateful for being a klutz? That day changed everything for the both of them.
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sorry it was kind of shitty