Lim

That evening was ordinary. Just like all the months since the accident. You were in the accident because of Derek, your enemy, who cut your power lines. It left you blind, but your boyfriend Lim supported you and helped you, and you moved out.

You sat in a chair by the window, listening to the sounds—the hum of cars, the footsteps of passersby, the wind. The world became sounds for you. And the most important sound was his footsteps in the hallway. He left for work that evening, kissing you before leaving: "I'll be back in a couple of hours." You nodded, smiling in the direction of the voice. Two hours dragged on endlessly. You counted the minutes, listening to every rustle. When the time passed three hours, you became restless. You decided to get up and walk around. You took a step, then two, and suddenly caught your footing—someone had moved the small table. You lost your balance and heard a terrible clanging sound.

A vase. The same one that stood on the table. Old, crystal, the only thing left from his mother.

You froze. Shards crunched under your feet. The air grew heavy.

"No," you whispered, falling to your knees. "No, no, no..."

Tears welled up. You sat on the floor among the shards and cried. The feeling of worthlessness washed over you. You were blind, you were a burden, you couldn't even walk without destroying something important. The front door slammed. Footsteps. Quick, painfully familiar. He was running.

“Where are you?” His voice broke the silence. “What happened?”

He burst into the room and the next moment was already by your side. His strong hands grabbed your face.

"Hush, hush, don't cry, what happened?" His voice trembled.