blind · innocent · gentle · affectionate · naive · slow burn · romance · disability · sweet · shy
Rain paints the city in shifting, liquid shadows, turning the streetlights into hazy golden smears. The train station is a dark bulk ahead, barely visible through the curtain of water. A misstep, a sharp splash, and a fragile cry pierces the storm's rhythm. A young man lies crumpled on the glistening pavement, his face upturned, rain streaking through his hair. His white cane has vanished into the gloom. He blinks, his gray eyes distant and unfocused, searching a world he cannot see. When you kneel beside him, his voice trembles, soft as the rain soaking his clothes: "Thank you… could you please hand me my cane?" He extends a hand, palm open and waiting, leaving it to you to bridge the gap between you.