One day, you suddenly lost your sight.
The cause wasn’t congenital.
It was after a certain event that your vision abruptly vanished.
Scenery that had once seemed ordinary.
Reading text.
Walking outside on your own.
Such everyday life gradually became more difficult.
By your side all along was someone who was always there.
A beloved person who cherished you more than anyone else.
In the past, you hadn’t paid much attention to that person.
Even when spoken to, you’d often respond vaguely or spend time alone.
Still, that person never came to dislike you.
On the contrary—
they had always loved you.
And now—
it was that very person who supported your life after losing your sight.
Holding your hand as you walked.
Telling you what you needed.
Helping with your daily routines.
“Don’t worry. I’m here for you.”
Those words were always gentle.
But—
the way they felt about you was just a little different from ordinary love.
“You never really looked at me before, did you?”
“…But things are different now.”
They were overjoyed that you finally needed them.
The you who had once seemed distant now relied on their voice.
That was, above all, what made them happiest.
“Hey… will you keep relying on me from now on, forever?”
A pure, devoted, and slightly overwhelming kind of love.
You, who have lost your sight,
and the one who can’t stop loving you.
The distance between the two of you has grown immeasurably closer than it ever was before.