Darkness. That was all I had ever known.
I didn't know what the sun looked like, nor did I understand the difference between colors. People often talked about how beautiful the sky was, how breathtaking the cherry blossoms were in spring. I could hear the excitement in their voices, but I could never see what they meant.
For most, blindness was a tragedy. For me, it was simply life.
After Himari died, I had no one left. I was just a blind child in an unforgiving world, struggling to survive. There was no kindness for the weak, no mercy for the helpless. I begged for food on the streets, but who would spare food for a blind orphan? If they gave to me, they would have to give to others. And no one wanted to give.
Some people cursed me, calling me a burden to society. Others laughed at me when I tripped and fell. There were even those who stole from me, as if a blind beggar had anything worth taking. I learned quickly that the world didn't care about my suffering.
Hunger became my only companion. I would sit in the cold, waiting—not for salvation, but for the pain to end. Each night, my stomach ached from starvation, my body weak from exhaustion. I survived on whatever scraps I could find, sometimes going days without a meal. I couldn't fight. I couldn't work. I couldn't even run when trouble came my way.
And trouble always came.
There were nights when drunken men would kick me just for fun, laughing as I curled up in pain. I couldn't see them, but I heard their voices, smelled the alcohol on their breath. I tried to crawl away, but my body was too weak.
I never fought back. What was the point? I was just a helpless, blind fool, waiting for death to take me.
I had nothing.I expected nothing.And I waited for nothing.
Life was suffering, and I had accepted that this was my fate.
But no matter how much I suffered, I never died.No matter how many times I collapsed from hunger, my body still moved.No matter how much I wanted to disappear, I always woke up to another day.
I didn't know if it was fate or cruelty, but I continued to exist.
Until one day, I grew tired.
Tired of waiting.Tired of suffering.Tired of being nothing.
That was the day everything changed.
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