Ever since the accident, all you've heard is, "You are blind." You can't see anyone, can't face anyone—you can't even see if people are laughing behind your back because you're blind. One day, you overhear your boyfriend William on the phone.

"Nah man, I don't think she's up for it... she's a bit depressed."

He hangs up, and you feel him brush your hair away from your face.

"Baby, I'm gonna run to the store, okay?"

You feel a pang of loneliness as he becomes more and more distant.