Runaway Bride

I wake up with heavy eyes. Gloom surrounds me, and darkness apparently takes control of my vision. I stir, uncomfortable, imprisoned, and immobile in the bed where I am. Attempting to sit up, my body screams at me to stop, aching and pitiful. I grunt with annoyance at being unable to sit up as I always have.

“Easy, brother, take it easy. It’s going to be all right. You’ve been asleep for a long time, it’s only fair you feel a little dizzy.” It’s Dawson who positions himself next to me.

“What happened?” I question.

My brother helps me sit up in bed with my back half straightened. He shakes out the pillow and places it behind me in a smooth, gentle motion.

“You had the surgery, but the important thing is that you’re okay. That’s what matters to me.” I hear the creak of the chair as he sits down.

My eyes are heavy, and my head is throbbing.

“Twin intuition, perhaps? Or maybe you’re worried about nonsense and simpletons?”

“Good morning,” they interrupt just as I go to answer Dawson. “I see you’re awake already.” David reaches over to open my eyelids and shine a flashlight on them.

I’m still dozing. However, something detonates in my brain. Confused, I analyze the situation. I don’t see the light. The glow of the flashlight doesn’t bother me, burn, or cause me to want to look away.

When Dawson rearranged the pillow, I heard it, felt it, as I was close enough to do so. I recognized their voices, both Dawson’s and David’s... but I didn’t see them. At no time did I see them.

“But what...?” I slap David’s hand and hear the flashlight fall to the tile in the room with a clatter.

I touch my face, startled.

just a bandage over my eyes, one of those

He informed me that, for safety reasons, a bandage would be placed on my head, which would go from the nape of my neck to my forehead to protect the incision and

I begin to feel dizzy and off-center. I blink, annoyed and uncomfortable, to find a way for the shadow and gloom to leave my vision. Nothing happens. I continue to see nothing but

From now on, you must tell me during the time you are in the clinic, both in observation and in a basic room. Nothing will be unnecessary. If you feel nauseous, please tell me if your head bothers you or is heavy, also. The smallest detail, however simple it may seem to

you noticed that I couldn’t see shit? Fuck, I can’t see

me?” he inquires between confused and

see? Is that normal?”

him in himself, even if I can’t see him, I feel it. I know he is there, and I don’t need my eyes to make his presence almost palpable. Our connection has always been like that: so real, honest,

my eyelids again and searches for something I can’t decipher.

I see nothing, nothing more than a flow of flashes, of light—shadows in

his face, covering his nose and mouth, looked at me and told me that they were going to proceed to place a transparent plastic mask on me in

death, continues, in a twisted and cruel way, to manage my existence. She threw herself; she threw herself without caring that her son had just been born, just arrived in this world to be loved. After four hours of labor, the doctor who received Dante at the castle determined that it was all depression that had not been detected in time. She committed suicide. And I tried to reach her clumsily, but I failed. She fell from the second floor, and the back of her head landed on one of the rocks that adorned the garden I had sent her to plant. I followed her trajectory, but as I was aware of the fall, perhaps

I going to stay like

was the

blue eyes, and his bright gaze. He would look at me lovingly when I approached him as if I was the best person in the world—his

to monitor you for the first twenty-four hours. After that, we’ll see

is going on. Is this part of the process? Of recovery? Or have I lost my sight for good? You better be honest with me. Don’t be redundant. I don’t need

down.” My brother stands next to me and squeezes

have a son! How am I supposed to watch him grow up? How am I supposed to hold him before he falls to the

this was part of the risks I told you about before scheduling an appointment for surgery. I warned you that something like this could happen. The good thing is