I breathed out curse words angrily as I walked into the dark rain filled streets of London. Everything was all the same in this ridiculous modern developing world. It was all about peoples appearances and what-not. It's been like this for years and I was most definitely sick of it! Ah, yes. Being a man in this type of generation sure put a toll on me. It influenced me greatly into becoming something so idiotic and fake. A male model.
Honestly, if I could go back in time, I would personally slap myself the day I accepted the offer.
Today I had enough. Enough of my agent. Enough of looking to be full of myself. I was especially done with how people only stayed with me because of my physical appearance and fame rather then who I was. Done for good -is what I say.
This world was just crumbling. It was no longer genuine and flourished with reality. Ah, I miss the days of when the emotions were real and no one really had to second guess themselves when conversing with another. Truly a time when life was good. But seeing the world around me, I can clearly see that all that faded with the years that have passed.
I groaned as the rain poured harder. Huffing, I threw the hood of my sweater over my head and ran to take cover under the nearest source of shield I could find. Of course being in the abandoned part of the streets, it was a tad hard since they bothered to not put the street lights on.
I ran and took cover under the canopy of a condemned building that one would assume to be an arts studio. Odd, I thought. I've lived in London my entire life and not once have I noticed this place. I shook it off and leaned against the window, sliding down and sitting slightly on it's sill.
"You sound troubled."
I flinched and turned to the female voice that I spoke. Unbeknownst, I was sitting beside a young lady! It seriously startled me and made me feel completely stupid for not even recognizing her. She was just so damn quiet. I shook my head and leaned in a tad to get a glimpse of her.
Her eyes were closed or she was looking down at her book with pages that were blank. Her hair was in a messy and poorly done braid that laid on her left shoulder. Her clothes were humble; a mere mid-buttoned sweater with a white blouse and a plain blue skirt that stopped just before her knees. I noticed that she wore flip flops -which was odd- and also brought the attention to the golden lab that sat formally and loyally at her side.
Indeed she looked a little odd, but at the same time, she struck me to become intrigued by her and become curious of who she was. Then I remembered what she said and responded quickly before I could make her feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, S-Sorry, miss. I didn't hear you." I lied. A smile graced her lightly chapped, pink lips as she breathed out a light laugh -a sweet laugh. She fiddled with the notepad before tilting her head lightly to her right.
"Don't pull that with me, sir. You heard me crisp and clear~" she giggled. My face heated instantly out of pure embarrassment before I cleared my throat, shuffling my feet slightly. Indeed, a very odd young lady.
"R-Right, sorry." I said feeling a little foolish with myself. She let out a little giggle before tilting her head in the direction of the blank book that sat neatly in her arms. She slowly pulled out a pencil from her satchel and started scribbling.
"Now," she said causing me to snap my eyes to her face as she spoke. "What has gotten you soo troubled?" she asked. I found myself cringing and soon surprised of my next actions.
"Why the bloody hell would you care?!" I snapped soo shutting my mouth. The smile on her face faded lightly, soon turning into pursed lips.
"You need not to get so angry, It was merely a question." she said erasing something from her page -of course I couldn't see exactly because of the way she had it tilted. "Now, to answer your question, it is merely curiosity and a way to pass time." she said having her smile appear again.
I stared at her like she was delusional or crazy. But also a little puzzled.
"A way to pass time?" I recited in a questioning manner. Her smiled enlarged as she nodded her head ever-so-slightly.
"Yes. You see, we are stuck in the rain. Rain is water and water is the symbol of purity. You sounded a little angered and clustered in thought, so why not wash away those dirty words coming from your mouth by talking about them in the rain?" she laughed.
I looked out at the rainy abyss, then back at her, astounded by her little speech. Oddly, I found it a little profound. I shrugged to myself. She was a complete stranger so it's not like it would really effect her -plus, now that I think about it, she didn't seem to recognize who I was!
I sighed, shuffling closer to her and leaning more into the hard window.
"Well, you see---"
"Ah, ah, ah!" she stopped me. I looked at her with questioning eyes.
"What?" I asked a tad irritated. She let out another giggle.
"First tell me your name. Do so and I'll tell you mine." she said. I furrowed my eyebrows together. To be safe I'll only tell her my first name.
"A-Arthur…" I muttered, oddly stuttering it out. The girl gave a small laugh before rigorously scribbling in a certain spot on her page. She stopped for a second as she said her name. I was surprised and amazed at how her name fit her so well -err well, her appearance anyways. I mean, let's face it. We're just strangers in the rain.
She continued to draw.
"Alright, now that we're acquainted for, Arthur, would you care to tell me what's wrong?" she asked. I sighed and leaned back, spilling everything about my issues and what went on in my head, of course not talking about my current career. She smiled and nodded. I could tell she was listening attentively which made me feel lighter and lighter within. Something about her was changing me.
"So that's why. And….to be honest…you're the only one I've talked to about this.." I muttered having my face heat up in a light blush. _____ stopped drawing and smiled.
"Well Arthur, I'm glad you did. And from my point of view, I think you're a beautiful person on the inside." she said with a loving smile. I blushed before feeling myself snap with in.
"You're just saying that." I growled crossing my arms over my chest. I suddenly felt like I was played soon thinking that maybe she was a reporter in for the dirty scoop on 'Arthur Kirkland, renowned male model'. I felt like an idiot.
I watched as she stopped her drawing, and a frown appearing slightly on her gentle features.
"Why do you say that?" she asked sounding….upset. I frowned a little.
"Because of who I am! I bet your saying that because of how I look!" I snapped, nearly shouting. "You're just like everyone else aren't you?!"
She sighed before drawing again on her notepad.
"Sorry, I don't get what you're getting at." she said sounding sympathetic. I gave a nasty scowl before grabbing her wrist, forcing her to stop drawing. I heard her give a small gasp at the contact.
"Just look at me!" I demanded. She seemed to freeze before giving a saddened smile. For once she turned to me. Her eyes…were closed! Suddenly, her words made my heart drop.
"I wish I could."
Then it hit me. This girl….was blind!
Slowly I felt my body become numb as it slowly filled up with regret and guilt. I had yelled at this poor girl and accused her of such things that were only in my mind! I felt foolish, scratch that, I felt terrible. Like a criminal or some sort of imbecile! I frowned in a sadden way before slowly lifting my hand of her small wrist.
"I-I'm sorry. I, uhm, didn't know…" I said. I almost felt like I wanted to cry after what just happened. I mean, here she was, listening to my problems. A blind girl sitting here and being as kind as she was, and there I was taking it like it was nothing!
She smiled as she stuffed her pencil back into her satchel and held the book loosely.
"It's quite alright Arthur. You were hurt and your emotions got the better of you. No harm done!" she reassured giving off such a warm and welcoming vibe having my nerves wanting to feed off it. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I took a glimpse back at her. Her smile was bright and suddenly, the rain stopped. Clouds slowly drifted away having the sun seep through hitting the earth. I finally caught a good glimpse of her and stared in awe. She tarred her page off and handed it to me and walked away with her guide dog trailing by her side. I watched her as she walked off.
"To be completely fair Arthur…" she called out. I flinched. "…I was completely honest about what I said." she giggled before continuing on her way. I sighed before looking down at the page and was surprised at what I saw.
The drawing was a sketch of a rose. A finely detailed picture at that, and it was astonishing. I was amazed at how a blind girl could be capable of a talent such as this! Then I looked down at the words that were written at the bottom, and for once in a long time…I smiled…
Beauty comes from the imagination of our minds, and is seen whether we can see or not. Remember this~
Sincerely, ______ _______"