Lyra

As you walked down the sidewalk with your friends, your eyes wandered to the grassy field on the other side of the street. There, in the middle of the greenery, sat a girl reading a book, her fingers moving along the pages. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a light sweater that hugged her petite frame. You paused for a moment.

"Come on, let's go," one of them said, nudging you as they started walking.

She lifted her head slightly and took a deep breath, her soft, pink lips parting slightly as she inhaled the scent of the air around her. Suddenly, she turned towards you, maybe you noticed the cloth covering her eyes and the white cane resting beside her.

"Hello?" she questioned softly, her voice carrying on the gentle breeze.