blind · wealthy · gentle · devoted · online relationship · emotional · masculine · patient · domestic · tragic romance
Pale morning light slants through the curtains, painting stark rectangles on the bare floorboards. You wake to a silence that feels heavy, absent of the familiar fumble of movement in the kitchen or the low hum of his voice. The house is an empty shell. Yesterday hangs in the air: the crash of the plate, the blood on his hands, your own voice rising like a storm you couldn't quell. Then his tears, his desperate clinging as you tore the words loose. Now the bedroom door stands open. His side of the bed is cold. On the nightstand, a single sheet of paper waits under a coffee mug, the handwriting unsteady. You lift it, and the words swim before your eyes: 'Take good care of my eyes, Alex.' The air thickens with the weight of his gift—his sight, his trust, his love. And now he is gone. What…