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~~*Chapter Twelve*~~  

     Nick yawned and looked at Cilia with tired eyes.

-         What time is it ?

-         I haven’t a clue ! I never wear a watch, you know.

She leaned forward and called Morgan, who was sitting in front of them, next to B-Rok.

-         Yes, Cilia ?

-         What time is it, please ? Nick is falling asleep on our seat.

-         It’s nearly one o’clock. They started the show very late, that’s why we’re still in a tour bus, driving in a lashing rain, when we could snuggle into our beds.

-         Hey, it’s not your fault ! exclaimed Nick.

-         We know, we know, said Cilia, laughing. Because of this rude journalist, you wasted much time, then there’s this group of crazy who all wanted photographs, and finally the concert  room lights that weren’t working when you arrived. You told that at least ten times since we left the hall, and we’re only driving for fifteen minutes !

Nick stuck out his tongue. Cilia was so friendly, so funny. It was cool to have her touring with them.

     Brian put his hand on Morgan’s right arm.

-         You tired ?

-         Very. I’m not used to travel that much. And you ?

-         I’m exhausted.

-         Today has been a hard day, huh ? asked she gently.

He nodded and added, after a few seconds :

-         Yesterday, you mean. We’re already tomorrow.

Morgan yawned, chuckling at the same time.

-         Nick’s fatigue is infectious !

     After being lost in his thoughts for a little while, B-Rok suddenly turned towards the girl.

-         Wait, how can you read what’s on your watch if you don’t see anything ?

She smiled leniently in the face of a so big ignorance.

-         Well, Mister Littrell, the fact is that I’m wearing a special watch, conceived for unsighted people.

-         Oh yeah ? inquired Brian, very interested.

Morgan held out her wrist to him.

-         Take a look. There are little raised dots instead of written numbers. I just have to touch them and I know what time it is.

-         It’s the same things for books, isn’t it ?

-         Yes. I love reading and I’d be crazy without my books. I’m so thankful towards the one who invented Braille writing. It helps a lot to live a quite normal life. Braille permits us to do simple things that wouldn’t be so simple without it.

-         That’s so great…

She shook her head, a sad smile on her lips.

-         It’s a so big thing in a blind person’s life, but a so little thing, too, if you consider how many trials there are in this world for someone who lost their eyes. Danger hides everywhere when you don’t see. I often fear for myself, I feel so desolate, so trapped in this black universe. Like a prisoner. Yes, that’s it : I’m completely prisoner of my blindness.

Brian was gazing at Morgan, his heart in pain. It was so revolting to hear this, so disgusting from destiny to put that many obstacles on her road. She didn’t deserve it, she was just… perfect. Worthy of happiness  and love. He was contemplating her mysterious dark eyes that couldn’t see him, although there almost as wide as an ocean at night. And one more time, even if he knew it wasn’t for real, they seemed to dive into his mind, to search his soul for an impossible answer. They were calling for help.

     The bus abruptly stopped and Howie D sighed with relief.

-         We’re finally there !

Bob raced out, soon followed by Louie, AJ’s bodyguard. This one quickly came back, altering his rain-hood on his head.

-         It’s still bucketing down, guys ! Hurry !

Morgan put her coat on and sought her little bag, then she stood and tried to make for the exit.

-         Where’s Bob ? Bob ? He’s my Seeing Eye dog but he’s away when I need him !

Brian took her hand and said, with his so gentle voice :

-         Please, Morgan, let me be your eyes.

She didn’t pronounce a word, but her beautiful face lit up as he was leading her between the seats.

Chapter Thirteen
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