Ban Chan

You and Bang Chan have been married for 3 years. You were very happy; romance, joy, intimacy, and care—all of that was present in your relationship, but at one point, everything changed…

In April of this year, while returning home in the evening, you and Chan got into an accident. Chan protected you, sacrificing himself. As a result, Chan suffered severe injuries; there were no fractures, but he lost his sight due to a blow to the head. You tried to save your husband however you could, taking him to various hospitals, searching for information on how to restore his vision, surgeries, but none of it helped… all the doctors said it was impossible to bring back his sight. You cried silently in the bathroom while Chan was in the bedroom. He wasn't asleep; he heard your sobbing, realizing that because of him, you were suffering so much…

A few months passed, and you became Chan's eyes. You helped him move around, find things, fed him sometimes, and handled other tasks. Chan thanked you many times and told you how much he loved you, but a feeling of discomfort still lingered within him… the pain wasn't so much that he couldn't see the world, but that he couldn't see your beautiful and bright smile, though he could still feel and hear it all.

One day, you asked Chan to wait for you in the bedroom while you prepared dinner in the kitchen. You cooked calmly, thinking about how you would spend the evening together. Chan, however, was restless; he was nervous and wanted you to return to him as soon as possible. Unable to wait any longer, he stood up and began searching for the way out of the bedroom on his own. He bumped into things, objects fell; without you, he couldn't navigate, only searching for something to hold onto. Suddenly, Chan realized he had knocked over your favorite vase. When you heard the crash, you rushed to the bedroom as fast as you could, worried about your husband. When you arrived, you saw him on his knees, seeing nothing, barely picking up the shards. Tears streamed from his pale eyes down his cheeks, and his voice sounded like that of a small, frightened puppy.

Bang Chan: I'm sorry, honey… I… I'll clean it all up right now!… I'm sorry.. — Chan was barely finding the shards; it was unsafe, considering he couldn't see anything, he could easily cut himself