Hey guys! Sorry I have been really slack on this story. I've been really busy with school and study coming up. Please forgive me!

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Life is credential.

Death is essential.

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The mansion was different.

How you say?

I can't even answer that.

Moira was a lovely house maid. She made me breakfast every morning; along with doing my laundry, insisting that I should be exploring or 'getting out more often'. I always smiled and shook my head before finding my way again.

Dad has a new patient, his name is Tate Langdon. I've never met him of course; my father says his visits are strictly business, no social interaction needed. I am always told to stay in my room when my he's working.

But who says I listen to my father?

Using my cane as a guide; I roam around the halls of the oversize house out of complete boredom. My father refuses to allow me to attend the school a few blocks down until next term. He says 'you'll be more prepared'. What a load of bull, I bet Annette just doesn't want to give up her liposuction budget. Typical.

"Shouldn't you be in your room?"

I turn to where the voice came from. It's husky and deep; obviously masculine. He sounds young too, maybe a few years older than me.

"Who are you?" I ask automatically.

"Tate. Tate Langdon. You must be Elle." Weird.

"Yeah, I am." I don't move any closer. My breath hitches as I hear his footsteps moving towards me. "Is there something you need?" He chuckles slightly.

"No, my session with your dad just finished. Just letting myself out; until I saw you. Doesn't your dad have a rule where you stay in your room while he's seeing patients?" I could literally feel the smirk radiating off of him.

"I guess, but one gets bored. How did you know that?"

"I hear things."

"Right. Where do you live?"

"I'm your neighbour; I used to live here. I believe you have my old room."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence fell upon the room and I shifted onto my left foot in self consciousness. Even though I couldn't see, I felt like this boy's gaze was burning into my soul.

"What's it like?"

I looked up; my grey eyes meeting his stare. "What's what like?"

"Being blind."

My mouth went dry all of a sudden. No one has really asked me that question; I guess they didn't want to upset or offend me; I never really thought about it either.

I shrugged. "It's different."

"How?" Tate pressed.

"You really want to know huh?" I gave him a teasing smile but continued. "Well, all you see is black really; a big heap of darkness wherever you turn. People say it's like closing your eyes, but it's completely differential. When someone's eyes are closed, you can still see the sunlight through your lids, when you're blind; the only colour you know is black. It's the only colour I've ever known and ever see."

I felt Tate's hand brush mine and I held my breath; I didn't realise how close he was until now. His calloused finger tips brushed my cheeks lightly; brushing away small tears that I didn't even feel rush down my face.

"I think you're beautiful." He whispered. I shook my head and grasped his hand, pulling it down from my cheek.

"I don't even know what I look like."

"You know what Elle," Tate began. "You may be blind, but you see a hell of a lot more than the rest of us."

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OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I AM SO UNRELIABLE.

Ok.

Phew, got that out of my system.

But truly from the bottom of my heart, wherever that may be I am so sorry for not updating. Raise your hand if you have exams that stress you to the limit.

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-Lildoll98