While she passed her hands over my face I could feel her warmth, despite whatever difficulty she could have, she always emanated that kind of happiness that became contagious. I opened my eyes a little while she continued memorizing with her hands every feature of my face , she told me that she was afraid to forget how I was. When I saw her I could see her face and I turned my attention to her beautiful emerald eyes, eyes that were now opaque and unfocused, eyes with the pupil permanently dilated. She couldn't see again and was afraid to forget me. She didn't know that i was totally afraid. She could live her life without her eyes, I know. But I couldn't continue living without her.
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