Night’s Angel

My love was never
blind even thou I am, for my love see from my heart. He was my world and cared
for me more then he should. I knew his life was harsh and curl. But I know his
heart is true, his love is real. I can feel it in his touch. I can hear it in
the beats of his chest at night when he holds me close.

But the day came when
the doctor said I can have my sight restore. When we spoke I could hear his
heart break. But told me, it should be my choice alone. I spent some time to
think. Why did his heart break when told him I could for the first time? Was he
afraid of what I would think?

I had felt his scars
with my own hands. I heard the gasps of other when we walk down the street.
Where the world had only seen him from the outside, I had seen the beauty of
his soul. I had made my choice but I knew I couldn’t do it alone.

The day came quickly
and the procedure was a success. And a month later we sat in a room. Before the
doctor came in, he tried to pull away. “Please don’t go” I said. “I’m the last
thing you should ever see” he answered. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for
you” I said.

“I want you to see
something beautiful first” he said. “I already have” I answered. I hunted for
his hand with mine. “Please don’t go, I need you now more than ever” I begged.
I felt his hand wrap around mine in his grip I could feel his fear. He tried to
speak but with a finger I froze his words.

“No flower will ever
take from the beauty you have given me” I said. We were quite for what felt
like ages. But door open and the doctor entered, her heels clicking against the
tile. Her breathe hissed when she saw him. I could head her distasted in her
sigh.

In no time she began
to cut the wraps from my head. It was soft at first. My world became brighter
each time. I had to close my eyes because it was starting to hurt. I gripped
his hand I tight as I could, knowing it was nothing to him.

She tried to put
herself between us but wouldn’t let her. He was all I wanted to see. I could be
happy losing my sight as long as I could see his face. The last wrap hit the
floor along with the gauze. I blind my eyes open.

He had turned his
head hiding his scars. I turned him to face me as he came into focus. His face
was half scared one eye ghostly and dead. Broken and missing teeth sat in his
weak smile. I gasped. His smile broke as his hand began to slip from mine. I
smiled tears rolling down my cheeks.

“You’re more then I
could have ever dreamed of” I said pulling his lips to mine. My dream had come
true.