Blindless of Love

Chapter 1: Touch

Two more weeks had passed since the horrible event - the way he decided to call the day where he collided with the other - and never better said, with a strange crying boy.

He walked calmly, with his cane in front of him. In his other hand, he held the leash of his beloved poodle: Bombón. Although against him it had to be said that he had inherited the terrible character of his owner... Horrible for all those who admired how cute the animal was so well cared for but considered rare for a dog for a blind man.

He passed back to that baked potato stand he loved so much. He wouldn't eat them more than once a week if he could get away, but he had to the girl who served. It bothered her that there were people who pitied him, but she appreciated the dog. However, in the last week something interesting and, at the same time, unusual happened: always near the stall, the aroma of butter was not the only one that flooded the atmosphere.

The scent of the weeping brat seemed to have been impregnated in his nostrils. But, he came out of doubt when the girl as she handed him one of his beloved buttered potatoes and some corn, blurted out a comment that would knock him out:

"I know it's none of my business sirs... But you have an admirer."

He continued walking with his delicious potato in his hands and his loyal dog by his side. He walked at least three blocks until... He stopped for a few seconds, with a huge, sarcastic smile on his lips. It was already too much. It was one thing to allow him to be far away, but quite another what was now happening...

"Brat why are you following me now?". He thought that i***t would run away, or that he wouldn't answer him was more likely... But he was pleasantly surprised when he heard the boy's deep voice. He certainly sounded very different when he wasn't crying like a little girl.

"How did you know he was here?" He was beyond incredulous to ask. and it was true! It was one thing if he had already been convinced that the other was blind, but this again made him doubt.

"You've been watching me in that crazy woman's stall for a week now, and today that you've decided to go to the next level and follow me, I'm about to call the police? But first I want to give you a chance to explain yourself and save me time on the statement." He expounded to the other calmly, kicking off again.

"How do you know that?" and boldly went after him. intrigued was too little to describe how he was feeling at that moment. what if he was lying!

"I smell your man cologne from miles away. Brats shouldn't wear that kind of perfume... Unless you want to look like something you're not, it's normal I'd wear." He ruled with a harsh voice but was full of amusement in what he was saying.

"It was given to me by my mother. I'm not going to stop wearing it just because of that." Lied the young man blushing. She had started wearing that perfume when she started dating her now ex-boyfriend. But it had cost her a lot of money and it was the brand name, so she couldn't afford to let herself throw it away.

"A phrase only a brat would say." The man mused, amused at the whole situation.

"You keep insulting me, and I was just coming to apologize for saying those nasty words to you the other day." He wanted to make clear what he wanted since he found him again, and more than anything else to pacify the situation of the younger man.

"And did you think that in two weeks he would have learned manners? Or that he would be a less bitter blind man?" He replied bitingly, remembering that boy's words. He really was having the time of his life.

"I didn't mean to say that. I apologize for that." He said no doubt regretfully, lowering his head in embarrassment for the aforementioned.

"Of course you meant it, otherwise you wouldn't have. I don't know what the f**k you want from me but I'm getting sick of having you lurking around my vicinity. I'll have Bombshell bite your sissy ass you're sure to have." Laughing dryly is how he was spouting all that kind of stuff again.

"Hey mister, stop calling me names. I'm serious, for less than that I've broken some stupid guy's face, so if you call me that again..."

"Faggot." Interrupted the other laughing knowing how bad it made the brat who had at least had the balls to threaten him.

"You're stupid." The alluded one laughed again, that strange brat was still calling him "you" even after insulting him again, and frankly amused he thought out loud to the other:

"I'm rude, bitter, rude... But I'm not stupid, I'm not a child. He concluded by giving the other a fit in the face of his confirmations...

"Well, it seems so to me." Whispered the younger one, as if he could really avoid hearing him.

"Do you know that we blind people have a very fine hearing? If you want to tell me something, say it out loud, don't mumble like an old greengrocer, you little boy".

"YOU LOOK STUPID TO ME!!!" Shouted the young man suddenly halfway down the street, completely exasperated and jaded by the older man's attitude. But everyone in the street turned toward them. The alluded one didn't see it, but he was sure that many people had heard that shout, and that made the situation even funnier.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Humiliating a poor blind man like that in the middle of the street. Poor me." He began to dramatize while he put a hand to his forehead in a theatrical way and in the same way that his dog only whined as if following his owner's dramatic line.

The younger boy looked complacently at all the rings that adorned those slender fingers.

For a bitter blind man, that man had a rocking look. That's why it was hard to believe that he was a blind man: all the days he had followed him he had noticed his clothes, bright colors, always fashionable, every day he wore different sunglasses, his hairstyle far from being boring and traditional was very modern, his hair was dyed platinum blond, a few shades lighter than the light brown color he himself had, and always perfectly combed with the ends out, giving him a very rebellious look.

Besides, he liked the fact that he didn't impose presence by his size, but by his person... But it f****d him that he could harbor so much bad temper inside. 

"Don't play the victim, if it weren't for the fact that you are blind I would have already broken your teeth." The young man threatened him, although his tone was calm, even amused.

"Don't cut yourself off for that, kiddo. Blind or not, I'm disrespecting you, you shouldn't hold back so much." The older man bristled, stopping and turning to face his stalker, who had to stop in his tracks to avoid colliding with him again.

"I didn't mean it, I'm not one to go around hitting people you know?". Responded the youngest, a little self-conscious of the other's proximity. He was dying to see his eyes, but not even an educated young man like him was free from the morbid and unhealthy curiosity of the human being.

"Well, you've already apologized, haven't you? It was what you wanted. Now goodbye!" The other one shooed him away by bringing his hand to his chest gropingly and pushing him away. He did it gently, he might be a sourpuss but he didn't consider himself a violent guy.

"You don't need to treat me this badly." Said the other taking a few steps back.

"Brat I'm getting sick of you." He warned him waving the cane in front of him, though an amused smile was playing on his full lips. Now, why was he paying attention to that!!!!

"Do you accept my apology then?" He asked again with the heart in his hand. e

"Of course I don't. I buy that you didn't want to throw me down but I'm sure you think I'm a blind bitter piece of s**t, so I'm not going to let you off the hook for your guilt." Was that older man a scumbag? He certainly was.

"Well, I'm sorry."

"What a brat please." Sighed the taller one thinking about not throwing his dog at him.

"Stop calling me a brat. My name is Mark." He exclaimed offended by so much treatment as if he was so minor... "And do you have a name or should I keep calling you a blind bitter piece of s**t?".

"I have a name, but you don't need to know it, brat. Since we won't be talking again." He said kicking off again. A hand around his arm startled him and almost caused him to throw his precious food...

"Please tell me your name."

"Call me Elan." He said shaking off that hand and unable to figure out what that brat with the touch had on his mind...