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3 hours after surgery

"Guys?" My voice was croaky and dry. I'm awake.
"Haley, how are you?" Ethan asked.
"Oh my goodness." I can see him. He's beautiful, at least, I think. How am I supposed to know what beautiful is? He's making a sort of shape with his mouth; I think he's grinning.
It's scary. I can only make assumptions of what things are based on description. I've been blind since birth. I don't know what colors are. I mean, I know what they are, I just don't know what they are.
"Haley,"

Grayson.

He's more than I imgagined.

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