you, in your stupidity and clumsiness, played with small pieces of glass at an early age. Their shine or any shine always attracted your attention, because of which you were then nicknamed 'Glass' or simply 'lover of trinkets'. now everything is different

you are already an adult, but after a bad incident, small pieces of glass getting into your eyes, you went blind, leaving you unable to see.

oh, how you prayed to see the face of your husband, who was now with you, on a crowded street...

feeling how the laces of your shoes touched your legs, you stopped, yelping.

"your shoelace is undone. on the left..." Ghost said, also stopping.

"I can tie it on my own!" you said, as if forgetting that you could not see

Ghost sighed, squatting down and tying your shoelaces. feeling the warmth from his rough to the touch and warm palms, you realized that he did not listen to you