I was eight when I fell sick and lost my eyesight. I grew up with my mother in a small house. When I turned twenty, my mother died of pneumonia. From then, I learned to live alone. Later I made friends with a neighbour named Anaya and soon we fell in love. She moved in with me and we planned to get married after I got my eyesight again. We had been trying and shortly we got a donor. The surgery went well. Once the bandage around my eyes was removed, I asked them where Anaya was. They looked surprised and told me there was no one with me when I got admitted.
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Tiny horror stories
HorrorTiny horror stories (Doesn't exceed 100 words) None of these stories is from other books or online. These were all written by me. Do not steal them. Give credits if you want to share any of the stories from here. Cover by @DathanHamen and thenks @_P...
