Chapter Ninety

Chapter Ninety
Luna's Pov

“Well then, I suppose I can drive you there, so you'd get your share of snacks.”

“I wasn't heading in the direction of snacks. Who eats without brushing their teeth or taking their bath?” She snapped.

“Are you always this angry? Where's your room? I'll drive you there.” I proposed going to stand behind her. 

“Well, go straight. Then you turn to the right.” She began to give directions, and I pushed her diligently, noting how much effort they'd put into making that place beautiful. It was just a pity she couldn't see it. 

Not too long, we got to a door that wrote Lenny. 

“Are you Lenny?” I asked, noting how the door was a plain brown, whereas other doors were bathed in color. 

“Yes.” She replied stiffly. Did they paint her room brown because she couldn't see? 

I pushed her into the neat room, with toys and snacks arranged on a shelf close to her bed, where she could get easy access. 

“Do you bathe yourself?” I asked her.

“No, there's a lady who is coming in to bathe me.” She replied, getting up from her chair. 

“Wait, what? I thought you couldn't walk either.” I said, watching her try to climb up the bed. 

“It's just easier. So when I have to go someplace alone, I don't have to hit hard on things. The chair will get most of the pain.” She replied. 

“Ah. Seems like a nice strategy. So what are you doing right now?” 

“I'm just going to sleep till Naomi remembers me.”

“Naomi?” 

“The lady who bathes and feeds me.”

“But I have nothing useful to do anyway. I can bathe you.” I said, grabbing her. 

Her skin was so soft, and she was so light. She smelled of cute products. Even if she hadn't taken her bath, she smelled clean. 

I took off her clothes, filled the tub, and gathered bathing tools. It was such a new experience. 

“Do you brush yourself?” 

“No.”

“Then how do I brush you?”

“Do I have to teach you that?” She asked, sarcastically.

“This way or this?” I asked, angling the brush close to her lips.

“Did you forget that I can't see?” She asked, and I bit my lip. 

“You know what? Just open up. Should be easy.” I said, holding her chin up. 

She opened her teeth wide, and instantly looked so adorable! It felt like everywhere became two times brighter. 

I placed the toothbrush carefully on her little teeth, trying to brush it the best way I could.

“Ow! My gum!” She pushed my hand away, hastily, and her teeth colored with blood. 

“Goodness!” reaching out for water, trying to rinse her mouth. 

To be honest, it was a miracle that we survived bathing her. 

Picking clothes was by far the easiest and most enjoyable. “This or this?” I asked myself, deciding how to pair the clothes. 

We cleaned her body, dressed her… I even styled her hair into a beautiful ponytail with braids on either side of her head. 

She looked exceptionally beautiful. It was only a pity that she couldn't see it, and was possibly never going to see it. 

After the hours spent styling her hair, and making her look like a princess, I led her out, pushing her wheelchair out as gently as I could.

“Do you have friends?” I asked her, but she shook her head. 

“Who wants to be friends with a blind person? I don't need friends.” 

I smiled softly, “You remind me of someone. My wolf, Maini.” 

“Wolf?” She asked, “You have a wolf?”

“Uh, um, yeah,” I gave a weird chuckle, “Let's eat.” I said, pushing the chair farther, so she would forget about a wolf or anything. 

She led me to the dining room using directions, and I picked her up, helping her sit on the chair. 

“Do you know your age?” I asked her. 

“Don't ask me that. I'm hungry.” She snapped, and I touched her soft cheek.

“You look like six or seven.” I signaled to a few maids who were passing by, “Serve us something. She's hungry.” I ordered, and without a word, they bowed, shuffling away to carry out the orders, “So friends don't play with you because you can't see?” I asked, as the screams and giggles of other kids exploded from every corner of the room. 

“Don't you ever feel like you want to be one of them? Having fun?” I asked, looking around. 

“Well, playing around isn't my thing. I don't feel the urge whatsoever to join them in screaming and making a mess everywhere.”

“Ah, you're a weird one, aren't you?” I smiled, although it was crazy to think of a kid who didn't like noise, or messing up everywhere. Come to think of it, Lenny was the kind of child that wouldn't pose much of a problem. 

She didn't like noise, didn't play with the other kids, and had an intriguing personality. 

If I had a kid, would my kid be like her? Smart, witty, independent, beautiful, and completely adorable?

“I guess I am indeed weird. At least, weird is better than unlikeable.” She said, with a little smile on her face. 

“Hey, can you smile more? I think you look…” I began, only for the smile to disappear, curving into a frown, “Hey, you look pretty when you smile. Why don't you try it?”

“I don't smile.” She snapped. Dishes were laid down before us, and she placed her hand out, tapping around the table, looking for cutlery.

I took the cutlery instead, “How can you not smile? Everyone ought to smile. Smiling keeps you happy even if you're not.” 

“Does it?” She replied flatly, as I placed a spoon of rice before her mouth. 

She opened her mouth quite adorably, and took in the whole thing, despite it being quite a huge scoop.

And as I watched her chew, I suddenly desired to see her smile. I wanted to take her everywhere with me. Just like Nikkie had shown me things that made me smile, I wanted to show her things that would make her smile too. 

But then, as I pushed a spoon of broth before her, a sudden rush took over my head. I dropped the spoon, and gasped as a frightening chill settled in my head. 

Zane's face was melting away in my memories. Ryder's eyes faded out. I can't recall what he looked like anymore. 

In a rush, I rose as new memories flooded my mind. Keira's face, Keira's friends, happy days, sad days. 

I stepped back, falling against my chair as it scraped backwards dangerously. 

I was losing my memories!