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Blind Love: English
Book: Blind Love: English Read Online Free
Author: Rose B. Mashal
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fancy restaurant which – according to Ethan – we’d entered through the back door. It was nice; soft, live music playing in the background, and someone with a French accent asking if you need anything every now and then while filling your glass of water or that fine wine we were gifted once we sat down at the table. Ethan was saying all of the lovely words that made me dizzy and all warm and fuzzed up from the inside … Yep, it was really nice.
    "About twenty times in the past hour," I grinned, teasing him a little.
    "Ah, I haven't said it enough times, then," he said. "You look very beautiful, Anna."
    My heart was making its way out of my chest, and I thought it would reach there soon. Ethan was worming his way inside of my heart so fast and so deep, and I was falling. Hard. My guards were going down. The walls, the fences I'd been building since what felt like too long were breaking in front of his kindness and wonderful nature. And – it was scary.
    I was so scared that along with the fences that were breaking, my heart would do the same, too. I've already had my heart broken. Twice. Last time was way harder than the first. And if I allowed Ethan into my heart and then he decided to break it … I didn't know what would happen to me. Dying of a broken heart could be it.
    "Excuse me," I called when I heard the click of high heels that I knew belonged to the waitress who served our table. I could tell it was her passing by from the smell of her perfume.
    "Yes, Ma'am."
    "Can you show me the way to the ladies' room, please?"
    "Yes, of course, Ma'am. Here." She took my hand in hers and I got up, excusing myself as I left the table and walked to where the waitress was leading me. She was really kind, talking to me while walking, telling me to go to the right and go to the left. She told me when there was a table or anything in the way or nearby with such a quiet voice. She didn't just take my hand and drag me, and I really appreciated that. But it wasn't easy. Not at all.
    Asking for help was one of the hardest things for me to do. I hated it. With passion. Only because when I did it, I felt that I was more than just disabled – I felt useless. Useless to the point where I couldn't show myself where I wanted to go.
    I didn't really want to use the bathroom, I was just stalling, I knew I was. I couldn't find the words to reply to Ethan – or better yet, I did know what I wanted to tell him. I just wasn't sure if I should say those words I wanted to say. Because I was scared. If I told him how I felt, or what his words did to me or how they affected me … it'd make me weak in front of him, so weak. And I wasn't talking about disability this time.
    I didn't want that.
    But … my heart, it was telling me to go for it, that by refusing and blocking I might be losing something really good and wonderful, and I just – I didn't know.
    The waitress left me in the bathroom and told me she'd come back in five minutes. I stood there with my back to the closed door, trying to gather my thoughts together in a place I knew would provide me with privacy. I didn't know that cruelty would be what I was going to get along with it.
    "I'm dying to get his autograph, but he just disappeared. I couldn't find his table and the waiter wouldn't tell me," I heard some woman saying, and I knew right away she was talking about Ethan.
    "Me, too. This is so disappointing, I mean, we were this close."  The voice sounded younger than the first one.
    "Did you see the girl that was with him? Do you think they’re together?"  the first one asked.
    "Oh, please! Have you seen her?"  I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.
    My chest tightened and my throat closed.
    "I know, he could do so much better."
    My eyes welled up and my breaths hitched.
    "It must be something he's doing for charity or something. I mean, this is Ethan Thompson we're talking about – to leave all of the girls who would kill for a night with him and go date a blind one? I don't
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