CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

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The Cure.

"If you could cure yourself would you?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so." I tell him and I know that he's probably confused.

"Why?"

"Because as long as I life in this world I will be blind."

"Oh."

"In a parallel universe I am not blind, but I also never met you and I don't really mind knowing you." I tell him.

"Yeah, I feel the same." He says a bit defeated.

Part of me wishes I could see, but only for a few seconds through, just so I could see Elijah for a few seconds.

Then I would blind my eyes I would be back to how I normally am.

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