knock knock.

randomegbert:

It’s been a few weeks since your talk with Rose. And what a talk it was. She learned who you were. Who you really were, and accepted you for it. You shared a bond that not many would understand. Not blindness, but pain. A pain that most couldn’t even explain, but one you both knew well.

Now you were going to hang out with her, properly. No lies. Well, maybe a few, because this time you were going to visit her home. You weren’t sure how much her mom knew. As you stand in front of the imposing structure, you hesitate. Even with all you’d been through, you were still nervous. You stand there for fifteen minutes before you press the doorbell.

*Ding Dong*

You’re playing your violin when you hear the doorbell ring.  Mother’s out working, so, while you’re usually reluctant to answer the door, you’re aware that it could be something or someone important.  You walk over to your bag and withdraw your cane, more as a method of easy identification by whoever’s at the door so they’ll know you’re blind and won’t ask you to do something requiring sight.

Within a few seconds, you’re at the door, a courteous but distant smile on your face as you address the person at the door.

Hello, may I help you?