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.

eyes, one of those used after head

a bandage would be placed on my head, which would go from the nape of my neck to my

truck. 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

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

Is that what you want? Haven’t you noticed that I couldn’t see shit? Fuck, I

he inquires between confused and

come you can’t see? Is that normal?” asks

presence, 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, natural, and straightforward. I guess that’s why the betrayal with Arianna affected

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

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

on his face, covering his nose and mouth, looked at me and told me that they were going to proceed to place

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

this mean? Am I going to stay like this?” I ask, on the

ago was the

gaze. He would look at me lovingly when I approached

for the first twenty-four hours.

process? Of recovery? Or have I lost my sight for good? You better be honest with me.

I think you need to calm down.” My brother stands next to me and squeezes my

see anything! I have a son! How am I supposed to watch him grow up? How am I supposed to hold him before he falls to the ground when he trips over his feet?

about before scheduling an appointment for surgery. I warned you that something like this could happen.