Wilona's P.OV
"Is everything okay?" He asks and I nod instantly. Forcing myself to smile while I look around the people around us. There were bright blues all around, presumably customers and animal lovers walking the same path he was leading me through.
I was safe.
I take one step forward and then other until my legs are forcing me forward despite the irrationality in my mind. I could feel the man's eyes on me as I approach, but he doesn't say anything and then he continues on his path.
"I-I would like a pup," I confirm and I barely catch the nod he makes of understanding.
I didn't like telling people I couldn't really see them unless it was absolutely necessary. They started acting differently when I did, their voice filled with sympathy and pity, they handled me like a fragile creature.
I hated it.
Hated the way something that I couldn't change suddenly made me less human, irregular … different.
God, it was frustrating.
