By the time the second week rolled around, I had regained most of my eyesight. I could make out distinct features on my face. I couldn't see far away, though. My mum had found a smaller house six hours away. The living expenses were significantly lower there, and the rent was a lot more affordable. It seemed like the most practical solution for us.
My dad had sent some gifts from Australia to congratulate me on my discharge. I didn't unwrap them, though. They still sat in the corner of my room. Maybe I would eventually find the courage to do so.
I would be repeating my final year in high school. My mum said that the school there was a lot smaller. It would be better for you, she had said, extremely carefully. She was probably referring to the bullying.
We were moving in a week. Life moved a lot faster outside of the hospital. I often thought about you, but as my mum and I got busier with the packing, you came into my mind less often.
You still appeared in my dreams, though.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
