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"Vela, why won't you look at me?"
"..."
"Angel, please. Tell me what's wrong?"
She hesitated. How could she explain? How could she tell?
Her eyesight had gotten increasingly worse over the past week or so- and there was nothing she could do.
Her eyes were a glossed purple, mist in the pupils that once held curiosity.
"I can't see, Juliet."
She admitted it.
"What?"
"I'm blind."
Vela
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