His eyes were the color of a robin's egg, covered with a milky white film that only added to their beauty. His blonde hair was slightly shaggy, in extreme disarray. Perched on his nose were sport sunglasses with blue lenses. The lenses were clear enough, however, that I could see his eyes through them.
Bryon pulled the book from the shelf and wandered towards the bean bag chair in the corner.
Our conversation had died.
I took my seat and plunged into my book which I had brought with me. I was soon engrossed in the love story of Grace and Sam. I stole glances at Bryon when I turned the page. I'm not sure why I even bothered. He was, after all, blind. I gave up and slammed my book shut. Bryon jerked his head up, startled at the loud noise. He looked in my direction, raising a quizzical eyebrow. His reaction to the book made me wonder...
I stood and hurried out of the room. Bryon called after me, but I couldn't hear him. My mind was too loud with the whispers of creatures in the shadows.