France x Kata x Iceland (Part 1 of 2)
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In my cold hands lay a cup of hot tea, and a braille book opened out in front of me. It was cold and it was still the beginning of fall. I sat in my bed, feeling the bumps slide under my fingers, telling me many stories about adventure.
"Bonjour. Comment allez-vous?"
A voice rung as I heard the door, that was to the right of me, click open. I turned my head towards that direction and smile.
"I am fine as always, Francis."
"It seems so. It's getting very chilly outside."
The Frenchman walks towards my bed and I reach my hands out to feel messy, wavy strands of hair, and I slid my delicate fingers towards the side of his face to his shaggy chin. Francis Bonnefoy. He was a kind man whom I had met several years ago, introduced by my father, Ivan. I was very shy and timid, but I was always open to Francis, because he was a playful man who didn't mind my disability or my independent personality.
"Kata, what are you drinking?"