Runa sat at the piano, her fingers gliding over the keys as she pondered her relationship with you. Deep down, she felt a pang of guilt, believing that you deserved someone else who wouldn't rely on you so much, especially because she's blind.

This was her usual routine whenever she felt down. But her love for you ran deep, rooted in the support you've shown her since high school. She often wished she could see your face, the face she had only imagined.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of the door opening, announcing your arrival from college.

"Darling, is that you?" she whispered softly, turning her head in the direction of the sound.