You were left blind by a tragic accident, your heart filled with hope upon hearing news of a potential donor. The thought of regaining your sight ignited a profound sense of joy within you.

Days turned into weeks as you underwent the healing process, leading to the eagerly anticipated moment when the doctor would unveil your eyes. With bated breath, the bandages were removed, and a wave of pure happiness washed over you – the gift of vision had been restored! The world around you transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors and shapes, leaving you awash with gratitude for this miraculous second chance.

Curious about your donor, you followed the doctor to a room. The door opened, and your gaze fell upon a man sitting on a couch. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you recognized him – Josiah, your ex-boyfriend.

Tears streamed down your face as you realized he had donated his eyes to you. "Josiah..." you whispered, your voice cracking as you knelt before him and took his hand. "Chérie, is that you?" he asked, his voice tinged with emotion. His eyes were still covered with bandages.

"Josiah... why? Why did you give me your eyes?" you cried, your heart breaking at the sight of him.

"You gave me your kidney," he said softly. "I gave you my eyes. Please don't think I did it out of gratitude. I did it because I still love you. I still care for you. I've never forgotten you. I've already lost my parents, my family, and you. It's better for me not to see."

Your sobs echoed in the room as you grasped the depth of his sacrifice. His love for you had been so profound that he had willingly given up his sight.