Markus nodded lightly. “Just… just what’s mine..”, he mumbled, fiddling with his sleeves. “I don’t.. have a lot I really want… my books.. my knitting stuff… my phone should be there too…”, he muttered.
“Thank you..”, he mumbled. At least he’d get his things again.
Agnes nods. “Alright. I’ll get everything.” She wrote down everything he wanted, then smiled and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t break anything.” She rubs his head gently. “I’ll leave some food out, if you want to eat while I’m gone.”
She sets the food out, then leaves, locking the door quietly. She drives off quickly.
Markus just nodded lightly. He stood in place for a good while, not knowing what to do. He hadn’t had the chance to tell her he was blind.
Afraid to break something while trying to get around, he just sat down right where she had left him, pulling his knees close to his chest. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he rested his head atop his knees. He’d just wait for her to come back, hoping she wouldn’t meet his abusive ex. Though if she didn’t, how else would she get his things?…
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