My New Eyes Saw His True Lie

nt, cut through the din of

this place, this humiliation, this crushing reality. He quickly caught

wide, a flicker of genuine confusion in t

nd his shoulder. My throat was tight with emotion, the

with a hurt I knew was feigned. "Sophia didn't mean a

blind girl. The absurdity

ng. Every nerve ending screamed a

appy. Sophia's parents donate a lot." He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. "But that doesn't mea

fy, to diminish. He was trying to make it my fault, my "obscurit

ulous adjustments. Each choice was a testament to my struggle, my journey, my quiet fight to be seen. I had done it for myself, y

dismissed it. "A

ifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. He glanced around, as

chitecture field trip this weekend? We're still on, right? It'll be fu

e, braided leather cord I had painstakingly crafted by touch for his birthday. That one had disappeared months ago. But Sop

. He had selectively chosen who to love, who to value,

quiet, internal ache that felt like my soul was shrinking. A single tear, hot and heavy, escap

n my chest. I would not love him anymore. I would

e where he would "describe the views," would be the last thread. I