Blind Love

Chapter 1

A/C: This is my first fanfic, so bear with me, but don't be afraid to tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I own none of the twilight characters used in this story; I only own the characters I have made up.

Bella POV

I sat on the plane listening to the music on my iPod. Mum had put new music on here on my request as my computer had already been packed up when I asked her.

I had to give her step by step instructions about how to get the music and put it on the iPod.

Not easy when you're blind and don't know which buttons she needs to press. I usually just tell my computer what to do and it does it.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder; I took out one earphone and heard the voice of the nice flight attendant who had helped me onto the plane.

"We're getting ready to land now, you need to put your seatbelt on," she said, "do you need any help?" she asked me kindly.

"No thank you," I said, smiling in the direction of her voice.

Some people were so nice I thought to myself as I unfolded my cane. The plane hit the ground and slowly shuddered to a halt.

I heard clicks as people undid their seatbelts, so I undid mine and got up. I stumbled and bumped into someone, ice cold arms steadied me and I apologised and said thanks gratefully, but the person was already gone.

I shook my head and put my cane onto the ground.

"Are you ok?" the flight attendant asked me taking my arm and guiding me off the plane. I smiled and nodded. "Some people are so rude," she muttered sounding annoyed, "he could have at least asked if you were ok."

I smiled, "the eyes tend to freak people out a little," I explained to her, "my glasses slipped down, he would have been able to see them."

"Bella, over here," I heard a voice call out.

"That's my dad," I said to the flight attendant, "thanks," I said awkwardly.

"It's ok," she said as my dad hugged me and took my arm. "It was nice meeting you," she said.

I lay my head on my pillow that night with a sigh of relief; it had been such a long day. Of course we had problems finding my bag and then when we got outside it was raining.

For some reason though while the other events of the day blurred in my sleep clogged mind, one event stood out. The ice cold arms that had caught me as I fell.

They had been unusually cold, and when someone saved you from falling flat on your face, didn't they usually wait for you to say thank you? I sighed and tried to put the thoughts out of my head.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I swear I heard someone humming a lullaby.

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