After I Can See Again

The car accident three years ago stole all the colors from my world. The doctor said my optic nerve was severely damaged, and the chance of regaining my sight was almost nonexistent. I lay on the hospital bed, as if thrown into an endless abyss. "Sophia Miller, don't be afraid." Finn Carter's voice always carried warmth; he held my hand tightly, the heat from his palm seeping through my skin. I reached out to grab his sleeve, my fingertips trembling: "I'm like a useless person now, and you still want to..." "I want to marry you." He cut me off, his tone so firm it brooked no doubt, "Next week, we will have the wedding." I thought I misheard, blinking my hollow eyes hard. "What did you say?" "I said, I want to marry you." He repeated, "Whether you can see or not, I will take care of you for the rest of my life." My parents were strongly opposed. "Finn, have you really thought this through? Sophia..." My mother's voice trembled with tears. "Ms., I have thought it through very clearly." Finn's voice came through the phone, "I love Sophia, and that's enough." The wedding was very simple. I wore a rented wedding dress, holding Finn's hand, step by step, walking toward the stage. The priest asked him if he was willing to stay by her side through sickness and in health, never to abandon her. "I do." His voice carried through the microphone across the entire hall, "Sophia Miller, I will spend the rest of my life proving that today's vow is no fleeting impulse." I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel the gentle kiss he placed on my forehead as he leaned down. In that moment, I believed there was finally light in the darkness.