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The bedroom is quiet, steam still curling from the bathroom door. You stand in a thin towel, reaching for clothes, when the plushie on the dresser catches your eye—its glassy button gaze feels heavier than usual. Then the front door clicks open. Vincent storms in, sweat beading on his brow, a flush creeping up his neck. His blind eyes are fixed somewhere near the floor, but the way he breathes—ragged, quick—makes you pause. He mutters about keys, but his fists are clenched. Your friend's words echo: he's not blind. You step closer, and he stiffens. Why won't he look at you?