It was night on the balcony of the top floor of a sixty-story building. There was Jone, a handsome young man with a white headband covering his eyes, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling and looking at the city below, feeling the wind hitting his face.
He gave a wistful smile and then Jones meekly rose to his feet and stood on the edge, one step away from falling. He looked up at the sky for a few moments and then at the shining city below, imagining the view of that city nowadays.
Today was his eighteenth birthday. Jone was born into a wealthy family and his parents were successful businessmen. The penthouse of this building was what his parents left him, now only Jone, two maids and a doctor live in this place.
Jone was born with a rare condition called anophthalmia, a rare eye disease characterized by the absence of one or both eyes.
He was born with only his left eye and grew up as a very intelligent child. Until he was eight years old, he saw the world like anyone else, until, on a car trip with his parents, a drunk and speeding truck driver crashed into their car.
And when he woke up in total darkness, he couldn't see anything in front of him. He soon realized that he was lying on a bed and felt a very strong pain in his head, especially in his eyes.
He almost couldn't move because of so much pain, but he was so in a trance that he didn't care and got up, falling out of bed, bumping into everything in the hospital, and knocking many things over on the way.
Soon Jone arrived at a door and then he heard a familiar voice, it was his uncle's voice. He then overheard his uncle's conversation with a stranger, who he soon realized was a doctor. The doctor said they did their best, but unfortunately it was too late and Jone was the only survivor of the accident.
Jone silently felt tears streaming down his face.
He cried silently; if anyone saw him, he would be scared, as tears of blood ran from his left eye. Then Jone felt a pain he had never felt before in his life and he fainted and passed out.