Blinded By Love—Literally
I still had a sliver of vision in my left eye, but this remaining sliver merely added to my misery.
Picking up a pencil, I attempted to sketch something. However, every stroke was just painfully difficult with my blurred vision. Just then, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door.
"Julia, are you okay? I heard you were hospitalized due to an injury."
I froze in shock, and the shaky hand I had been sketching with halted, too. The voice was unmistakably Leah's.
I jerked my head in the direction of the door. Despite my blurry vision, I could still make out that the person standing before me was Leah—but wasn't she supposed to be dead?