The Past (5) A Mermaid's Aura

Before she could control herself from uttering another word that might seem offensive she hurriedly added, "I am sorry, I did not know that you are blind." Realising what she had just said and seeing the boy staring blankly at her, she immediately covered her mouth with her palm before gently removing it,

"I am so sorry if... It's just that it is very unlikely to see someone with your condition and..."

"What condition?"

She heard the blind blondie say but she could not just give him a quick answer. She took her time to say something not offensive, because was she supposed to explain what exactly what she was talking about? "I don't mean what you think but..."

The boy looked sideways and Delilah's gaze followed where his face was pointing at, then she removed her gaze and it landed back on the blondie. Though she could not directly look into his eyes, she still stared at his dazzling eyes for some moment.

If you had not come closer to take a look at him, you would have failed to notice that the whitish part in his eyes looked a bit creamy which looked a fraction usual for blind people but the bluish part was something peculiar.

The blondie tilted his head, "Wait a minute, do you go asking everyone if he or she is blind?"

Delilah felt face slapped but she tried getting it off her mind but unfortunately, the blondie was ready to give something more annoying, "The last time I heard someone ask such they ended up in somewhere tragical." It was evident that the blondie meant every word he said but Delilah found it funny, but she was still unable to understand what he meant,

"Somewhere tragical?"

"In the grave," came the swift reply from the blondie.

Hearing this Delilah blinked her eyes continuously before scratching whatever popped into her eyes from nowhere. "How could they end up in a grave? I heard one of the boys calling you a blind boy, I could have loved to see him in his grave but obviously, you almost ended up in your grave in his stead. Besides, it would be analytical to say that you shall go into the grave before me."

For the first time she had been staring closely at the blondie, he let out a smile. Though it was short, little Delilah could swear that it was the cutest, healthiest, and most sincere smile she had ever seen the whole year. It was even funnier as the boy's puffy but wounded cheek swelled even wider. She waited patiently to hear what he was about to say but he did not say a word. She grew impatient and decided to ask him a question.

There was a lot to ask but the most interesting part was how he was able to fight a couple of boys without seeing them and how his eyes were that gorgeous. If he wasn't blind, she could have prayed for such beautiful eyes.

"How were you able to fight them back? I am surprised to see that you did not give up even though..." She paused a moment and completed the remaining word in her head, 'you are blind'.

"Even though?" The boy's question came.

"Even though you were ...you know they say two heads are better than one. You were like the one against many."

"Are you aware that your question isn't a compliment?" The blondie questioned and held tightly at his walking stick, later on, he rested his cheek on the handle before standing uprightly, "most people do not know that blind people aren't less privileged nor do they deserve much care."

"I am sorry if this is all about what I said," Delilah pleaded, even though she said all those words out of curiosity she could see from another angle that she had truly annoyed him.

"No." The blondie's eyes were now on Delilah that she almost couldn't breathe. For once, it felt like he was looking at her, or looking directly at her soul but in reality, she could tell that all he could see was nothing. Darkness. "We blind ones can feel and hear than the non-blind ones. Since we lose our sight, we gain more sensitivity somewhere else. It could be a sense of touch or hearing as I had mentioned. To answer your question, it is easy to tell where your opponents are by imagining where they could be or by other sensory organs."

The blondie kindly elucidated but Delilah could not understand all that he had explained. The more words he uttered, the more confusing he sounded. "I do not understand "

Delilah didn't miss the boy's scrawl but became extraordinarily shocked as he saw the boy stretch his hand towards her. He waved it across her head then pulled back his hand, "I never knew I was talking to someone a lot younger."

"I don't care but you can go on if you think you must repay my disregard."

"Have you heard of mermaids?"

"Of course." Delilah interjected, "Mummy used to read some to me. Fishy women."

Delilah saw the blondie nod before she added, "I wish they existed you know? The ability to control waters and having their tears turn into pearls is something beautiful, isn't it?"

The blondie giggled before clearing his throat. Delilah watched how his saliva swam down through his adam's apple before he opened his lips to talk, "I didn't know you are broad-minded. I believe they exist because just a while ago, I perceived the aura."

"Are you for real?"

"Positive. It is hard to spot them but most of them cover their hair when they are in human form, are you aware?"

Hearing this, Delilah burst into a huge peal of laughter. When she was about to quit laughing, she burst into something much heavier before breathing hard to calm down herself, "Don't tell me that it is a sin to cover one's hair. You are so much funnier than I expected."

But her laughter wasn't something the boy could understand, he felt that she was anxious.

When Delilah saw that the boy was serious, she dramatically rolled her eyes and stand on her toe to whisper into his ear about how saying this anywhere could lead him to great wrath but the actual moment she leaned closer, the blondie's face turned to the other side as he sensed the aura he had once grasped before but unfortunately, he ended up clashing his lips to something else.