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“Hey Wes, did you remember to get some more dropcloth and paints?” Wes groaned, knowing that if he admitted to forgetting the supplies he would’ve disappointed Tina, his wife. “Well, it’s not as if I forgot, rather, I was… distracted? Yeah! EMT’s were called to the store to resuscitate a rat that had a heart attack. It was no ordinary rat, actually; it was an emotional support rat. Tragic, really.” Wes said rather unconvincingly. Tina chuckled, amused by Wes’s clumsy attempt to cover himself. “Yes, and I’m sure that Ratatouille was there too, making soup.” Tina paused, looked at Wes’s embarrassed face, and let him off the hook. “Look, it’s fine. We could always get them later.” Wes breathed a sigh of relief, and kissed his …show more content…

He stood out, with his white cane and dark glasses. He could feel the stares as he walked along the street, the hairs on his neck standing straight. Slowly, Wes accepted his new reality, and eventually came to the conclusion that he could still do what he loved, but that he had to work harder than before. Wes asked his wife to bring him the paints and a canvas, while he sat with an oil paintbrush in his hand that he had chosen by feeling the bristles along the tip. Tina, who was hoping for this day to come, had already set the paints in a specific order; with the primary colors first, and secondary colors next, from light to dark. She took his hand and led him, having him touch the braille on the lid of the paints and to try to match the names of colors with the bumps. An hour had passed and, frustrated, Wes flung himself into a chair and wept. "I… I just can't do it. All the time I had spent perfecting my skills and techniques... and now I have to start all over again? And even worse, I can never see you again... Your curly blonde hair, the way your nose slightly crinkled when you laughed, the dimples on your face when you smiled..." Wes sniffled, burying his face in his hands, a tear running down his rough face. Tina bent down, and interlocked her fingers with his. "No matter what happens, Wes, I will never give up on you. I believe that you can do whatever you put your mind to. Do you remember when we first met?" Wes thought about it for a moment, and

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