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A large dark brown wooden table stood in the middle of a wide, white room. The table was filled with thick volumes of Bell letters stacked on top of each other. The pretty young woman who owned the desk was sitting typing something into the computer.

She sat in an old, upholstered, speckled wooden chair that looked completely at odds with the room's decor. The fingertips moved smoothly along the keyboard. His jet black hair, lengthening to the middle of his back, was neatly tied back. At first glance, no one would know that she was visually impaired.

Alin used to be a young woman with all the treasures and qualities that other people should have. Going back more than ten years ago, Alin was 16 years old and was beautiful and valuable. She is a star at school and an important athlete competing in the Thailand Youth Jet Ski Championship.

The bright sunlight hitting the waves in the sea and reflecting into the eyes until they had to squint was a day Alin could never forget. She and her pair of jet skis, gray with black stripes on the side of the boat, have completely black letters in Thai patterns that can be read as the color of mist.

Before competing, her body and mind But when the competition did not last long Alin felt dizzy and his chest tightened like never before. She told herself that the competition was fierce and that she had to be patient and overcome the competitors who were pushing closer to become a pair first. But that was the last thing on her mind.

The pristine white ceiling and bright light from the ICU lights were the first things Alin felt on the third day of the accident. Then he moved out to recuperate in a special room for another month. That period of time was like pure hell.

His shoulder was dislocated and his right leg was broken and required a metal brace for the rest of his life. His right arm had a rather deep wound extending all the way to the elbow. All of this is not as shocking as hearing that both eyes may not be able to see for the rest of their lives. She screamed hysterically for days until she had no voice.

The once glorious life of adolescence was extinguished as soon as Alin's external wounds healed to almost normal condition. But the mind is unable to accept the loss. The eyes that were once able to see clearly were left with only a faint image, Alin's entire world turned black. Her heart was shattered into pieces.

For nearly two years, she was treated in a psychiatric hospital for mental illness. No matter how close her parents were to care for and encourage her, they couldn't make Alin feel better. As time passed, she learned to adapt to the darkness. Learn to help yourself in every way until it becomes a challenge that must be overcome and cannot be avoided.

Alin began to learn Braille, which was not easy for anyone who had seen it before. Everything starts from scratch, but she has a new goal for herself.

...to stand on your own again Make everyone see that disability isn't everything in life. She is worth more than living in the shadows and despair until the years pass.

“Hello, Mr. Arun.” Alin picked up the cell phone that was in the pocket of his black slacks and put it to his ear. There's almost no need to tell who it is. She knew it instinctively even before she heard the young man's voice on the other end of the line.

“I would like to invite you to be a model for me.”

Arun Tisathorn, a freelance photographer who also works as a special lecturer in photography at a famous university in Chiang Mai. He is the youngest son of a business family from Bangkok with out-of-the-box ideas.

Alin liked his deep, gruff voice. I like Achan's friendliness and gentlemanliness. Even though he didn't know what the young man's face looked like, he had already gained her love. He came to see her at the Foundation for the Blind. Educational Area 8, let's just say this room. Center staff brought him to introduce her and from there she began to open up to the young man more.

Almost three months had passed before Achan was able to tell me that he first met her at the university where they invited her to give a special lecture on the topic. “Life without giving up means success.” He confessed that she had something special in her that made him fall in love right then.

A love that slowly cultivated, Alin told herself that she was very happy with what Acharn had done for her. He saw her individuality beyond her disability like everyone else.

There was no hesitation in the tone of the conversation. There is only sincerity to each other. Alin was sure that he loved her unconditionally. A happy face full of hope

'Marry me,' he said one day.

The fresh scent wafting inside Arun's car on this important day of her life made Alina unable to contain her excitement. She held her own cold hands in her lap. Last week he went to see her parents to discuss marriage and asked permission to take her to meet his family. Her parents were pleased, but Alin felt they were hesitant about their future son-in-law.

Her mother used to reassure her that she was still as beautiful as ever. And that is an illusion that many men have come to befriend. But when they found out that she was disabled, everyone tended to run away. Her family was quite worried about this matter. But Arun still confirms his thoughts and will prove to everyone that he is sincere.

The feeling of excitement disappeared as soon as he stepped into Achan's house. The uncomfortable atmosphere of everyone who came to greet her made Alin realize that everyone here did not welcome people with disabilities like her. The love that filled my heart changed in an instant.

...She's afraid of losing. Separation from loved ones due to the selfishness of those around us. Everything around her forced her heart to ache.

His slender, beautiful face still smiled. No one knows what she's thinking inside. Acharn is still Acharn and is a gentleman. Try to take good care of her, comforting her and not thinking too much about her worries.

It's no use...Alin knows that.

Who wants to have a blind daughter-in-law? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stand beside the youngest son of the Tisathorn family. Her world had become dark again to the point where people outside could not understand her true feelings.

Jealousy and pain had turned into a rage that had been accumulated for ten years and was gnawing at Alin's heart. She wanted to scream out loud. Blaming fate for taking away everything she deserved. Acharn is a complete man who loves you from his heart to the point that he doesn't want to let go of a good person like him.

Alin kept himself in the blooming flower garden behind the house. A faint fragrance wafts into your nose from time to time. A compact one-story cement house with an area of ​​over twenty rai used to belong to my grandmother. Delicate hands scooped up pitch-black soil from the bottom of the hole. She dug a large hole to prepare for planting the Phaya Sua Krong tree. small pink flowers

that she loved since she was a child Alin likes to play under the tree when the breeze blows the pinkish-white flowers off.

Sensitive and fragile like what!!

Your heart, Alin...the answer to the question you raised and answered it yourself. A cold smile spread at the corners of his small mouth, enjoying what he was doing.

The small living room is decorated with a table and cream-colored cushioned rattan chairs. Acharn picked up his coffee cup and drank it like every time he came to see her. Inside, he was a little worried about Alin's feelings when he found out that the young woman had been quiet after returning from visiting his family.

“I'm worried about Lin. I don't want you to think too much. I love and am ready to take care of Lin for the rest of my life.”

“Isn't your family important?”

The question he heard made Arun silent for a long time. Alin laughed softly, she knew he was embarrassed. But she always has a solution to every problem.

"Just kidding. Just Khun Achan loving Lin is enough." Achan gave him a small smile, even though he knew she couldn't see it.

Is he sun-drunk or what? Why is he starting to feel dizzy and his eyes are blurry? Alin's image began to separate itself. The young man raised his head in his hands and saw Alin walking around the table towards him. She said something but he didn't hear it.

The late afternoon sun warmed the dark face lying on the ground. Acharn tried to adjust his eyes to see everything around him. He was now so thirsty that his throat was parched. The young man could only move a little, and the pain in his wrist increased. He realized that his arms were tied together with something that he couldn't pull free.

The more you pull, the more it hurts, until it feels like there are deep wounds on both wrists. Trying hard to get up and sit up. I knew now that I had truly lost my freedom as my ankles were tightly tied with nylon ropes.

“Are you awake, darling?”

A familiar voice sounded from behind before a familiar, frail figure came to a halt and stood in front of Alin, slowly crouching closer. Wasn't he blindsided when he saw Alin staring at him? Confusion arises in my heart, like a dream that will never come true, but what I see now is Alin, but...

Not in the way he had known. In the blink of an eye, the young man saw her smile.

His smile was so cold it made the soft hairs on the nape of his neck stand up. Some premonition tells Achan to be afraid of the woman in front of him.

Alin seemed to know his thoughts and stretched out her hand to caress the face that had some dead leaves stuck to it, calmly taking it out one by one.

“You are very handsome, Arun. I like Ms. Lin's faint green beard mites. Lin loves everything about you. It's a shame that your family hates my disability. But it's okay, we'll be together forever.” The sweet voice at the end of the conversation was so curt that Oraj was startled.

“Aren't you...blind?” Acharn tried to move his mouth to ask the question that was on his mind. The palm became sticky when it came in contact with the liquid that kept flowing out.

Alin laughed and stood up again. She walked around behind him.

“Yes, Lin is blind, but Lin's left eye has been improving for many years. I can see that your mother's expression clearly shows disgust for Lin. Is it Lin's fault that she is disabled? Your family will never accept Lin… never.” Alin's voice was so low that it sounded cold. She sighed, adjusting her voice to the softness he was used to once again.

“But Lin, there is a way to make your love stay with Lin forever. You said you would take care of Lin for the rest of your life.”

Acharn shifted slightly as Alin walked back and stood in front of him with a shiny knife in his hand. The sunlight bounced off the sharp white metal that was estimated by the eye to be more than eight inches long.

“Lin...you have to pay attention. We can talk about this,” Acharnlamlamalak said. But there was no response from the other party, only her cold smile. Beads of sweat flowed from his hair into his eyes, causing them to sting.

“Lin, I really don't want to hurt you. But I promise it will only hurt a little. Then you will be with Lin forever.”

Achan felt a sharp pain in his chest as the sharp knife penetrated through the fabric. He looked down at the shiny metal pressed into his skin. The more you move, the more it hurts. Alin pressed the knife all the way in and immediately pulled it out. A lot of blood flowed out like a fountain. She had read a book about where the pole of a person's heart is.

His body was weak from the loss of blood in his wrists, causing the young man to be unable to help himself. Acharn tried to take another breath, but for the last time he felt Alin's warm lips press against his. Her hand gently pressed down on his eyelid. Acharn did as well. He was so tired, his body ached to the point where he could no longer feel any sensations.

Alin used a shovel to cover the soil around the base of the large Phaya Suea Krong tree that he had just bought two days ago. She stood up and brushed her hands to free the dirt. Looking at the picture of the beloved tree in front of me in a good mood. I turned to look at the other three Phaya Sua Krong trees that were competing with each other to bloom in the flower garden. A cold smile appeared on his face.

...Beautiful butterflies fly around and cling to flowers in search of nectar to sustain life. You, too, store love like nectar to nourish a dark life to come alive. Remember the image of the man who told you he loved you for a long time.

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