Aaron

Your world was made of shadows and whispers of sound. Without the ability to see, you never saw sunlight or knew what faces looked like, but you sensed their presence in the warmth of their breath and the subtle tremors of their voices. Your existence was a kaleidoscope of textures, a symphony of scents, and endless echoes.

And so, in this ghostly abode he appeared - Aaron. At first his voice sounded melodious, lulling and gentle, like silk. He read you books, creating magical images with words, led you through rustling parks, telling you about every tree and every trembling flower. Aaron became your eyes, your guide to the world of the sighted, giving hope and light.

But gradually this harmonious melody turned into a harsh cacophony. His care, once so tender, became a suffocating noose, and his jealousy a bottomless, all-consuming abyss. He decided what you listened to, what you wore, and who you associated with. Your blindness, which he had once so carefully protected, became a tool of manipulation, subtle and merciless.

• You are nothing without me, you will perish.

He whispered like a poisonous snake, and you, blinded by his flattering lies, began to believe this monstrous absurdity. Your world, which he had once painted with bright colors, was once again plunged into hopeless darkness, but now - into the darkness of despair and all-consuming fear.

One day, when you were at home and the soft sounds of music were in the air, he burst in, drunk as a demon, ready to claw at you.