.taken.
she was his walking stick.
"first step, second step, that's right."
she was his daily sunglasses.
"a-b-c-d."
after she, his mother, gave him her eyes, she committed suicide for the drastic change of lacking an important sense.
"i can't do this anymore!"
a few years after, those eyes failed and he could only see as much as when he was born- nothing.
"dad? where are you?"
for a week in between the time of when he received her eyes and the time they spoiled, i was his mother.
"we're thirty years apart but age doesn't matter."
his father and i had an affair.
"are you sure he won't ever see me when i go to your house?"
after his father dedicated his will to his son and the left the world of terminal disease i jumped out of their lives.
waiting for the day to strike.
then i met him again.
this time as his girlfriend.
i didn't expect my grab and go plan to fail.
because i fell.
"i love you."
and i broke my heart during that fall.
"don't you trust me?"
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Historia CortaBraille breɪl/ noun 1. a form of written language for blind people, in which characters are represented by patterns of raised dots that are felt with the fingertips. "she taught herself braille" _______ "why would you fake your sense of sight?" ____...
