Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes
Next thing he knew he could feel someone softly breathing, they were close to his face. His eyes opened and he saw Ana dozing. A thin, streak of drool from her parted pink lips had dripped onto the pillow. He smiled and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before placing his hand back under his head. His back ached from sleeping on the hard floor, but he didn’t care. Her face scrunched up and slowly, her eyelashes fluttered open.
Ana’s shocked eyes said it all. “You have to go,” she whispered, scrambling to her feet.
He understood her reaction and tried not to take her demands personally. He clambered to his feet, nodding as he went.
“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, and went to collect the papers strewn over the ground.
Ana pushed him over to the glass paneled windows which Leocardo had thought were only walls. Ana clicked something and the window opened wide enough to let him out. The air was cold, and snow was piled on the ground. Ana gave him instructions on how to escape without being caught. He could guess how serious the consequences would be for her if he was caught sneaking out. If any of her family members had found them only the most corrupt ideas would influence their thoughts, and he was sure he would not be allowed over anymore, despite his innocent intentions.
She pushed him out to the garden and he turned around, acting on impulse, and rested his hand on her lower back. He stared at her and leaned in, brushing his nose against hers. He loved her floral scent and her soft skin. After a few moments of silence, she whispered, “You have to go.”
There was a soft sound of protest from his lips as he continued one second longer. He pulled away and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” Continue reading