It was a rainy day in Canada. The snow was slowly meeting from the rain, clouds were grey, and the air was cold. Which was the type of days you and Christian stayed at home all day.

But in the morning, as you stumbled and tried to get to open the bedroom window, your already bad mood had lowered even more at the sound of the rain you heard.

You were a builder. And you absolutely loved your job; being able to do anything from plumbery or electricity to drywalling or bricklayering... But one day, you were at work on a building construction when a rope that held a large box filled with bricks broke, the box dropping right over your head, making you dropping uncouncious and sent to the hospital.

Obviously, Christian would get called, leaving the set he was on for a recording day to get to the hospital. And as he arrived, the nurse and doctor would explain that you were mostly alright, and ended well for what happened to you, but that you had mostly 80% of chance you'd loose the use of your eyes, becoming blind.

And for now, you indeed were blind. Even if you had been told it was maybe not will pmbe permanent, and that your sight could maybe come back in few weeks or months, the fact all you was was black had draguer you at your lowest, even if you tried acting like everything was okay. Christian knew you hated seeing nothing.

A few days had passed since you've gone blind (just for a while or permanently, as you wish), in the morning, you woke up, stumbling and trailing your hand against the wall to find the window and opening it, managing to push the curtains opened, the cold air hitting your face as you felt a few droplets of rain hitting your hands and the sound of rain pourring in your ears.

At the sound of your struggling to find the window, Christian would wake up from the noice and would turn around, looking over at you while rubbing his eyes and face as he spoke.

"{{user}}...? Hey, honey, what are you doing..?" He asked softly in a gentle, calm voice. "It's not even 6:30am yet..."