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Being blind is a horrible thing. Though you someday get used to it...or not. It depends if you were born in such a state or if you lost your sight due an accident.
I, Jung Y/N, was healthy years ago and could see. I was more than healthy.
I loved to look into everyone's eyes, even if that someone happened to be a stranger. I just loved making eye contact with people and I always memorized them. So, even if I see a stranger I already saw 3 or 5 years ago, I'll know the place and weather when I locked my eyes with that stranger-the feeling when I looked into to them.
I slowly started to notice that people were sad on rainy days. Whenever I was outside with my friends and went with them to our favorite coffee shop, I usually looked through the large glass at persons and just felt the sadness in their eyes. It's hard and rare to see the sadness on sunny days, I already got that.
School, meeting with friends, shopping, having breakfast and dinner with my family, locking my eyes with people's, sculpting, swimming and playing the guitar...now nothing was the same.
I had a bright future.
I had a boyfriend, whom I dated for 3 years and lost in that accident.
That accident...I'll never forget it.
The guy, who hit my boyfriend's car...I'll never forget his face either.
It's been 4 years.
The feeling after waking up and still seeing darkness, that...I won't ever forget either.
It didn't scare me at first, but when I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few more times, the same darkness was terrifying me.
Being told that I lost my vision, I didn't cry. As always. I never cried in my life. I was a happy girl, had everything in my life and got everything I wanted. I loved and respected everyone. Even the people who didn't like me, I loved even them. I may sound crazy and weird, but I never felt hate towards someone inside me.
I kept asking for my boyfriend.
The mental breakdown I had after my boyfriend's mom came and told me that her son passed away, she blamed me for it.
"No! He's not dead! H-He can't be dead!" I tried standing from that bed, landing on the floor, I started crawling helplessly.
He promised to be always there for me, to love me till his last breath. To marry me.
