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The pain in his eyes is more than I’d seen this morning. “Your friendship means a lot to me. More than I’d expected.”
“So does yours,” I whisper.
“I don’t want to lose it, but God help me, I want you too much.”
“You don’t want to jeopardize our friendship? Help me understand, Anthony.”
He pulls his hand away from mine with aching slowness. “I’m going blind, Summer.”
“What do you mean?”
The words make no sense.
“I mean just that. I’m losing my eyesight.”
“Your… oh. Is it connected to your migraines?”
He nods, jaw working. “It’s one of the symptoms, yes.”
I search his eyes for any indication that this is some twisted joke, but there’s nothing but fierce focus in them. He’s reading my expression as intently as I’m trying to read his.
“Anthony, I’m so sorry.”
He closes his eyes. “Right. Yeah.”
“When did you find out?”
“About two years ago. I complained about the font being too small on a menu, and my friend looked at me like I was joking. So I booked an appointment with an optician and figured I’d get glasses,” he says with a snort. “I wish.”
“What’s the diagnosis? I mean, can the doctors do anything? Treatments or some kind of… what?”
He’s laughing, but there’s no humor in it. “This is one area where your optimism can’t help, Summer.”
His words sink in with a kind of nauseating finality, and I bite my tongue to stop the well-meaning, well-intentioned sentences that hover. My gaze falls to his hand, resting on his knee.
I grip it tight. “I can’t imagine how you feel, Anthony, or how difficult it must be to reveal this news. Thanks for sharing it with me. If you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener. And if you don’t… then that’s fine too.”
He nods once and looks down at our interwoven hands. Neither of us speaks for a long time. When we do, it’s Anthony’s voice that breaks the silence.
It’s rough around the edges.
“Should we walk along the beach again?”
“You’re sure you’re up for it?”
He stands, hand sliding away from mine. “I’m not blind yet.”
“Right. Yeah, that’s not what I meant.”
“Relax, Summer. I know it wasn’t,” he says. Aims a crooked smile my way.
But he’s wound tight by my side as he locks the patio door and takes the steps down to the beach. Ace trails behind us, his tail-wagging muted. He’s run on the beach enough this weekend to last him the summer.
We walk for a long time before I dare break the silence between us. He’s staring straight ahead, jaw tense.
“Are there treatments?” I ask. “Ways of living with it? I think I’ve heard of technologies that might help. Voice-to-text, and devices you speak to and they turn on… Braille, too, right?”
Anthony’s voice drips with bitterness. “Yes. All those things exist. My doctor keeps sending me documents about them. He likes to tell me I should familiarize myself with it while I still have most of my sight.”
