[ WP ] A man with a facial disfigurement falls in love with a blind woman . She gets her sight back a day before the wedding .

Sarah tried to sleep, but the cold gripped her heart and seemed to freeze her eyelids open. She had never felt so alone, and as the tears rolled down her soft, reddened cheeks, she tried her best to stifle the sobs heaving in her gut. 
 
 
 She had never been so scared. Shadows danced across the wall, menacing and ominous. The curtains were alive with a ferocity she could simply not fathom, and in her mind they wrapped around her neck so tightly she was forced to grab her throat to prove she was imagining it. 
 
 
 They never said it would be like this. The motion, the whipping, disorienting madness of color before her could only be described as demonic. It would n't have been so bad if she had n't been so wrong about it all. *I do n't want it. I do n't want to see. Please, please. * 
 
 
 She sobbed audibly, and suddenly there was commotion behind her. She saw his arm envelop her, and felt his breath on her cheek. She tried to to quiet herself. *Please, please do n't notice. I'm asleep, it's okay. * 
 
 
 `` Sarah.'' 
 
 
 `` James I-'' 
 
 
 `` Shh.'' He wrapped her tightly. `` Just close your eyes darling. I promise, it's going to be alright.'' 
 
 
 She quivered, but acquiesced. Closing her eyes, she shut it all out. All the blinding colors, the horrid movement, and the demons, faded from existence. All that remained was his firm embrace and his warm breath on her cheek as he pressed his lips to her. 
 
 
 She reached back, running her hand across his cheek. She felt the grooves and bumps, something they called a scar; but she knew better, this was him. James, her world, her life, her reality. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
