"Excuse me, can I have help finding the Braille books?" Someone asked.
I looked up in interest, seeing a guy with a pair of sunglasses and a white cane. He had black hair and pale skin. He was wearing a hoodie with a denim jacket over it, a few buttons decorating the dark blue material.
"Of course," the librarian said.
She lead the man to the back of the library and I couldn't help but watch in interest. She left him alone and I watched him run his fingers of the spines of the book gingerly.
There was something about him that was beautiful, I just don't quite know how to put a finger on it. I've gotten used to the bustling city, everyone moving so fast, barely batting an eye to the passing person. But he was different. He was slow and soft and delicate.
I saw him walk over and he turn
