CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:
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[ SOMEONE POINT OF VIEW ]
I close my eyes and the memories flood back—chaotic and vivid, like a movie stuck on replay.
The truck’s tires screeched as it lost control, the world spinning violently around me. I can almost hear the crunch of metal against metal, the sickening thud that followed, a sound that echoes in my mind.
In those moments, the brightness of the day vanished as if a curtain had been drawn. I remember the weightlessness, the feeling of being suspended in time, and then nothing—just darkness swallowing me whole.
It’s been months since that day, and yet the silence that came with my blindness still screams in my ears.
I often wonder what it would be like to see again. Would the world still hold its colors? Would my memories look the sa
