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Blind Observations

Blinded by a sudden car accident, the protagonist of Blind Observations is desperate to finance her medical treatment. Following a friend’s advice, she accepts a peculiar role as a blind spectator, a position with duties that are difficult to define. The situation grows increasingly complicated when she realizes that one of the people utilizing her services is her own boyfriend. This discovery forces her to navigate a web of secrets while struggling to regain her vision.
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Chapter 2

First Job

"You don't have to push yourself, Michael. My eyes will heal in time, remember? Doctor's words."

Michael sighed and grabbed my hands. I felt him patting my head lovingly. "Don't worry. I'm not pushing myself. I'll do anything if it means you'll get better soon."

I felt the urge to cry. Michael told me about the doctor's orders and asked me to get some rest. I was a patient, and I shouldn't push myself either. He told me not to worry about him. Then, he huddled closer and asked me if Laura had taken good care of me.

I said yes, and only then did he relax. Michael walked away, and I made up my mind to take that job and make money. Even so, before I slept, I felt sorrow welling up within me. I lived a righteous life, so why did I run into a hit-and-run?

If the driver hadn't run away, I'd have gotten the money for my treatment, and Michael wouldn't have had to work this hard. When I was still in the hospital, the only thing that I was concerned about was my blindness. The hospital bill wasn't on the list of my worries.

After all, my parents bought a lot of insurance plans for me growing up, but unfortunately, none of them could be relied on when I needed them.

It was my first day of work. The job was weird, but my colleagues were nice to me.

Laura told me that I would be working in a five-star hotel. A presidential suite, to be exact. I heard that one day for the room cost more than my pay. "Well, that's a lot of money."

It was still a big expense for me even before the car crash. Laura was nonchalant about it. She said it wasn't that much. If she had a chance, she'd come with her boyfriend. I noticed that something was off about her tone, but then the talk about her boyfriend distracted me.

I was happy for Laura. She found herself a partner, and he was rich too. She didn't need my support for her lifestyle anymore. After all, I was poorer than her. I thought it was a shame I couldn't see her in love.

Then Laura said something weird. She was almost whispering, so I thought I was hearing things, but it sounded like she said, "It's fine. You'll get the chance someday."

My colleague took me to the suite. Since I was blind, I was more in tune with my sense of smell now. I caught a whiff of Michael's scent. I was stunned. I wondered if I was already that dependent on Michael. This was just my first day at work.

I heard the door open and close, but no one talked to me. Footsteps thudded and rustled. I knew there were two guests. My colleagues told me all I had to do was stand or sit still. I didn't need to think or speak.

I heard sounds of the clients' breathing, and I wondered if they found a spectator weird. I wondered if they would ask me to leave the room if things got uncomfortable. Eventually, I realized I was overthinking.

I heard something rustle, and I perked up in the direction of the sound. Then, I heard a zipper being pulled down. When I realized what kind of zipper it was, I felt my face getting hot. 'They're cutting to the chase right away?' I thought. 'Are they going to do that right after this?'

I was close enough to hear their moans and quickened breathing. I had no idea where they were, specifically, but they must be close. I heard the sound of dripping and squirting liquid. I wished I was deaf right there and then.

Unfortunately, I wasn't. I heard a woman's moan. Her voice sounded familiar and silvery. I couldn't see myself, but I was sure my face and ears were bright red. Their movements weren't quiet, either.

I heard the laughter of a man, and for some reason, it almost sounded like my boyfriend's. Then, both of my clients moaned.