Her Light and My Darkness

After I became a vegetable, Samuel kept me alive for two years with all sorts of tubes.

I thought he couldn’t bear to let me go—until his true love returned to the country. He took my corneas and transplanted them to her.

Right in front of me, he spoke to her with the utmost tenderness: “Don't worry; you'll be fine. These eyes have been prepared for you for two years.”

As a result, I had an adverse reaction after the surgery and passed away.

When he heard the news, his eyes turned crimson with rage, and he nearly smashed the hospital: ”Didn't you say there wouldn’t be any problems?!”

I lay there, a tangle of tubes keeping me alive, as they wheeled me toward the operating room.

All because Samuel Floyd's darling Amelia Brown needed my eyes to see.

My mother grabbed Samuel, her fingers twisted in his shirt, tears streaming down her face.

"Samuel, please... Yocelyn is too weak. If she goes through with this surgery, she might not survive...

"As for Ms. Amelia Brown, there's got to be another cornea out there for her, one that's a better match..."

Amelia, Samuel's sweetheart, looked like a deer caught in headlights, her hands trembling on Samuel's arm. "Samuel, let's not do this… I want to see the world, to see you, but..."

Her voice broke, and tears spilled over, making her look even more heart-wrenching.

"Has the family decided? Are we doing this surgery or not?" The nurse gave my mother a sympathetic glance and handed the consent form to Samuel, her expression worried. "Mr. Floyd?"

Without a second thought, Samuel brushed my mother's hand aside.

As she crumpled to the floor, Samuel's voice cut through the air, "Proceed."

My mother's cry tore through the silence as she fell at Samuel's feet.

She looked up at him, pleading. "Samuel, Mr. Floyd... please, for the love of God, don't do this to my Yocelyn..."

Samuel recoiled, his voice icy and detached. "Yocelyn is my wife. I have the right to make this decision for her."

With a flourish, he signed his name on the dotted line, sealing my fate with a stroke of his pen.

He spun around, shielding Amelia with his body, his voice a soft caress. "Amelia, hang in there, you'll be seeing the world in no time.

"I've been getting these eyes ready just for you for the last two years."

My mother's anguished sobs still rang in my ears as I numbly stared at the body that had been kept alive by a tangle of medical machines for two years.

Her face was ashen, bloodless, like a discarded doll silently waiting for the end.

That was my tragic shell.

Ever since the accident, my soul had been stuck in that tiny, 20-square-meter hospital room, with no way out. I clung to life, all because Samuel was fighting tooth and nail to save me.

He had chewed out every doctor in the ward, insisting they do whatever it took to keep my vital signs going. Even if it meant I would spend the rest of my days as nothing more than a living statue.

He was always there, watching over me all night long. He would get so worked up over the smallest thing about me.

I really believed he was head over heels for me, that he could not stand to leave my side.

That was until three days ago.

Samuel showed up in my hospital room out of the blue, with Amelia, who he had not been in contact with for ages.