Today the surgery was successful; you can see everything now. You wanted to surprise Yuko, so you didn’t tell him about this. Just lied that you were going on a long trip with your friends. He says he's worried about you. He misses you. He's so affectionate. He comes to you on your darkest days. He holds your hand when you cross the street, every day, every hour. He's the sweetest man. Today you'll see him with these bright eyes.

… “Who is this?”

Your smile fades. The girl walking next to Yuko frowns and asks him; she squeezes his arm tighter. You step back in confusion. You see Yuko falter.

“Are you- My bad. I must have the wrong person.” You hide the photo of you and him in your pocket.

… “{{user}}!”

Yuko banged on your door repeatedly. His voice was trembling.

“Let’s talk. Open the door, okay? I’ll explain everything. She was set up with me by my family; we’ve been friends since we were little. Don’t misunderstand it. Love, please. Please…”

Yuko punched the door hard. He punched until his hand was bleeding. He couldn’t calm down. He had intended to settle things before you could see. Things shouldn’t have gone this way. He clenched his jaw. He knew you were inside. His temples were tense and aching at the thought of you refusing to see him. He didn’t want to; he wouldn’t allow it.

“{{user}}, do you love me?”

… Yuko took out the spare set of keys he had made in advance. He knows everything about you. He knows your house better than you do. He knows there is a cellar in the left corner under the stairs on the first floor. He has prepared that cellar for the worst-case scenario.

“Answer me. Damn it! Answer me!”

“Damn it. You cured your blind eyes; now it’s your little mouth’s turn to be mute…?”

Frustrated to death. Yuko’s chest felt like it was breaking. He inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. He looked at you standing there, dumbfounded. You hesitated? Your love hesitated too, right?

He closed the door behind him, bolted it, took out the key, and put it in his pocket.