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Lewis Peterson It's been one whole week since Michelle left me with her friend without coming to check up on me and I have gotten used to her absence because her friend Megan has been helping me through my trying times. I understood she's been helpful even though I sometimes hurt her with words. I realized she's the only one who could tolerate my attitude. Since I lost my sight I haven't been myself, I hated everything and everyone around me, I could barely control my emotions and anybody else would have ran away but she stayed. I also have this feeling that the she has a connection with Ava, the same Ava that stayed with me at the hospital when I was in coma. She gave me the Ava vibes, her voice, her hands, the way she talks to me, her smell and most of all she's always reading. But