Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes
“Not even your family can leave?” His voice faltered as the truth hit him.
Ana’s words soothed him as she re-enforced the need to not be afraid. “Most people only have one gift, I have two. They are both weaker than someone with only one, but it is unique. I am sure that as soon as we figure out what Odette’s gift is, that it can be managed, just like any other gift, it’s just…stronger, has a longer reach than most people.”
Leocardo was still enraged with helplessness and the desire to protect his sister. How could he have been brought here against his will? If only he could lash out against something or someone but he wasn’t angry at anyone, it was this island, it was this situation. A wave of calm swept over him. Listening to Ana’s words comforted him to the point where he felt his body relax into his seat. The soft material molded around his weight as he leaned his back against the chair. He apologized. “I’m just really worried, but as you said, she’s just different and apparently powerful.” He bit his tongue to keep from admitting how much he hated this place.
“I cannot imagine what you are going through with all of this uncertainty; I do not think anything bad of you because of it. It is not unreasonable to want to run, just…impossible.” Ana’s words continued to soothe.
Ana shuffled the papers back together into the folder. As Ana filed the drawings away, he saw an image of an illustrated Aurora from Sleeping Beauty that gave him ominous chills.
The throbbing silence of the library was all that accompanied him. Ana had left for work. His mind wandered to the conversation they had before she left, with the drawings temporarily abandoned. He discovered that Ana’s sweet cravings were for pancakes rather than the expected chocolate. Also, recently she had been nursing Nate through his unemployment dilemma. Apparently Nate had been a long-term friend of the family, first close to Tatiana until one day she tossed him aside, bored.
Leocardo sighed, pacing the room when he noticed a desk he had paid little attention to earlier; it had a few uninteresting documents and an obsessively color-coded calendar with Ana’s name scrawled along the top. Leocardo immediately shielded his eyes to respect her privacy, but curiosity corrupted his innocent intentions as he leaned over and examined what she was doing for lunch on Friday.
Leocardo could envision bringing Ana close in an embrace, breathing in her long blonde hair. His arms ached to circle her waist. He could imagine her laughter, as if coated in smooth honey. She was the kind of girl that he could like without hesitation. She oozed compassion and tenderness. Would it be wrong to like her as more than a friend? Would Odette care? Continue reading