He always believed he’d marry a blind girl. True, he was too homely to attract the attention of a sighted girl. But that wasn’t the reason.
He needed, for himself, to be indispensable in someone’s life; someone who would be helpless without his care and guidance.
Then he saw her. Her thin white cane shone like a beacon from across the subway car. He wondered if she knew her coat was ruby red and her hair golden brown.
He followed her, protectively, when she exited the train and alongside her crossing the street, ready to pull her away from any unseen danger. As they reached the other side, she suddenly yanked him out of the way of a speeding taxi.
He hadn’t heard it coming up behind, being deaf.
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