A Blind Love

CHRISTINA LASSLO

A Blind Love

As I did my final rep of the chest press, aside from the usual clank and thump of weights being clashed against each other and dropped to the ground, I heard an unusual sound. I wiped the sweat from my eyes with my violet towel and looked up to see a red and black cane tapping against each side of the hallway's brick walls. Soon to follow was a young man in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Clinging to his arm was a beautiful brunette with green eyes. She proudly smiled, brushed a small piece of blonde hair out of his eyes, scoped out the gym and slowly led him to the butterfly machine. As he sat down and began to work his arms trembled with each painful rep. At first she watched over him, but eventually whispered in his ear and left to begin her own work out on the treadmill. Every so often she would glance over her shoulder at the one person who seemed to have captured her heart. After a few minutes she stopped the treadmill and walked out of the weight room to get a drink of water. Her partner, who was now exhausted from the continuous reps he had just done, looked down to the ground. A small drop of sweat dripped from his brow and fell to the mat below. I wondered what he was going to do, with his guide no longer by his side. However, a few moments later she re-entered the gym. He looked up, smiled, and began to walk towards her. I quickly dodged out of his path, before he accidentally, blindly bumped into me. He somehow found his way to her, began to gently touch the silhouette of her face. She sweetly smiled back, and he quietly asked, "How was your run?"