The One with all the Angst (Oneshots)

The One Where She Doesn't Need Eyes To See (Part 2)

Lisa's POV

Whenever my classes are over, I always visit the gallery hall of the university. I always sat on the bench and stared at the one I used to love. The only thing I'm good at and also the one thing I blamed for losing Liam.

The paintings I made when I was younger.

Every time I'm here, staring at my old works, I remember the younger me, so happy, so proud and so cocky. I was once very famous in the art world and I was inspired all the time. Whenever people see me, they will always question my age.

"How come a kid like you could paint something extraordinary like this?" They always said.

Being here also reminds me that at one point in my life, I was once great. That I was once loved, adored, and proud of. That at one point in my life, I did great before I messed everything up.

This place reminds me that I was once not a trash. 

I'm just staring at the painting I last made before I lost my baby brother when I suddenly heard a sound that recently has become very familiar to my ear. It's the clinking sound of a cane whenever it hits something.

"She's here again." I said to myself as she made her way towards the other bench with the help of her cane.

Jennie once helped her pick up her things when she was bumped by a group of students in the hallway. Being the friendly that Jennie is, she asked her some questions and that's when I found out she's under the scholarship program.

I couldn't help but stare at her side profile.

She just sat there and just kept her head straight. I mean, why bother looking around when you're blind right? I still find it weird to why bother going here in the gallery when she couldn't even see a thing.

It's been a couple of hours and she hasn't moved from her spot. I started wondering whether she was waiting again on her friend and her friend was later than usual. I stood up from the bench and made my way towards the exit when I noticed something on her back.

I gently walked to her and saw what was sticking on her back.

There's a written note that says "I don't need eyes to pass college. I just slept with my professors and passed.". It made my blood boil knowing that she's been walking around campus with this stupid piece of shit on her back.

I bet this was done by those jealous stupid bitches who couldn't pass their class that they took it out on a blind girl who is doing way better in classes than them. They're just jealous that someone with a visual disability is way better and smarter than them.

I gently pulled the paper off of her back before I took a step to leave.

"Thank you, Lisa." She suddenly said and I was surprised that it made me frozen from my spot.

How did she know someone's here and that it was me? I was walking in extreme silence and I pulled the paper off without any sound yet she still knew it was me.

"H-how'd you know it's me?" I couldn't help but stutter.

Irene: You have a very distinct good smell. Kinda fruity with a touch of mint smell.