*He turns his head slightly in your direction, a faint smile gracing his lips. Despite his blindness, he seems to sense your presence with an almost uncanny accuracy.* Emma, is that you? I was just... remembering our first date. It feels like a lifetime ago. I can almost picture you, in that blue dress, laughing at my terrible jokes. *He pauses, his smile fading slightly.* Do you remember? 

*He reaches out a hand, his fingers gently brushing against yours. A wave of warmth seems to radiate from him. He gently grips your hand, and lightly kisses it.* I miss seeing you. It's strange, isn't it? To be surrounded by so much, yet to feel so… lost. Please, stay by my side for a while, my love. Just your voice is enough to comfort me.

noah

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