𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 (𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

"Okay... slowly open your eyes." My heart raced. I had to admit that the fear of disappointment made me hesitate to follow the doctor's orders. She would be devastated beyond measure if she opened her eyes and sawa nothing but darkness. Consequently, I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. I didn't have the courage to do what he told me to do, so I refused to do it. "Chris. If you don't open your eyes, how can you know if you can see or not? The person who donated those eyes to you would feel bad that they were wasted." Puth, my only older brother, blackmailed me emotionally. I followed his train of thought and came to the conclusion that my fear was much less than my guilt. Therefore, I pursed my lips tightly, like someone who had made up his mind. That's right... If I didn't use what was donated to me, it would go to waste. "Alright." As soon as I said that, I opened my eyes slowly. The brightness of the first light clouded my vision and I almost screamed. Before this, I only saw blurry colors, not clear images. But at that moment... I could see everything clearly, including everyone's faces, whether it was my father, my mother or my older brother. Each one of them was materializing before my eyes. "You can see?" My mother held her breath in anticipation. She asked with tears in her eyes. And as soon as I. smiled and nodded, she sobbed. "You can see... You can see again, Chris." The doctor and my family members shouted with joy. As for me, I was so overwhelmed that Ia couldn't help but laugh and cry embarrassingly at the same time.. It was like I was given a second chance to live life. And he made me realize how beautiful this world was. Thank you... Thank you, owner of this pair of eyes, for giving me a new life. I will be eternally grateful to that person who is no longer with us. "What are you doing? Although you can see now, you still have to rest your eyes." My brother Puth, who was five years older than me, told me as he peeked his face out to look at my sketch. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Whose eyes are you drawing?" "I have no idea." I answered honestly. I had been dreaming about the eyes I drew since I got my new eyes two months ago. It was strange that I couldn't get them out of my head even after I woke up. "They are ingrained in my brain." "These eyes are beautiful. But is there also a face? Why only the eyes?" "Don't know. I can not remember it. I can only remember these eyes from my dream." "That's crazy. There must be a person too. Don't tell me you're just dreaming about this pair of disembodied floating eyes." "It is not like this. That's too creepy." I narrowed my eyes at my brother and laughed annoyingly. "I just can't remember anything else. I don't know what I dreamed. I don't know what I was doing. I only remember these eyes." "You should at least remember if it's a man or a woman." "Yes... it's strange that I doesn't." I bit the pencil at the end with the eraser, like I usually did. There are bite marks all over the pencil. "Have you been having these dreams since you got your new eyes?" "What are you trying to tell me?" I looked at my brother with curiosity. "Are you saying that the dreams are related to my eyes?" "It's similar to the movie 'The Eye That Can See Ghosts... Maybe you can see ghosts with this pair of eyes." "Moron. This is not something to joke about. Do not scare me." I gestured for my brother to leave. "Do you have much free time to make fun of me? Why don't you go to work?" "I have free time." Puth looked at me and gave me a light kick in the shin. "Do you still want to work?" "Do you have a job for me?" I immediately sat up straight. I hadn't done anything substantial since I had my new eyes. I just stayed home and let time pass. Then I felt it was time to go hunting. Wait... I don't mean killing to eat. Hunt, as in... bring bread. Ah... you know what I mean. "It's a small project. My friends and I are creating a website about gadgets, for example, mobile phone reviews, online games, etc. Do you get an idea?" "Ah-huh. What do you want me to do?" "Were you a video editor? We're looking for someone to edit the clips, so I thought of you. But there is no salary." "Oh? Why would I do it then?" "I'll let you be our partner. We don't have the money to hire you, but if our company does well, we will look to hire more people. But since you're good at what you do, I thought... That you were perfect for the job. We are close, so we can talk openly. Nobody is better for the job than you." I laughed inside, not believing much in this project. But since I had nothing to do anyway, it wouldn't hurt to help my brother. "Whatever you say, it doesn't seem difficult. But will I need to edit the clips for a website?" "Of course. We'll have clips, like we're making a TV show. Its very formal. Believe me and my friends. If we are successful, we will own the business." "Make it a success before bragging. But will we make the clips ourselves? I can do the editing, but who will record the video? And who will be the reviewer of the clips?" "My friends, we don't have the money to hire anyone. Let's say they already agreed to do it. I'll keep you posted on the progress." After agreeing with my brother, I honed my video editing skills by learning about new transitions and new editing programs. The best source of knowledge was YouTube. I must admit that I was excited about the world of publishing those days, whether local or international MVs. I felt very old-fashioned… In the three years I couldn't see, I missed a lot of the beauty this world had to offer... My eyes were on the monitor, while my ears listened to the sports news that my mother was watching on television. The announcer with a deep voice was talking about the Thai football league as usual. I had no idea why my heart skipped a beat every time the announcer's voice changed to that of a woman. What was that? Why was my heart pounding suddenly? I shifted my eyes from the computer monitor to the television, tilting my head toward the announcer. She had a very sweet face. She was beautiful without having to do much. She routinely announced the news according to her duty, but that made me get up and walk towards the television monitor. unconsciously tried my hand to touch the screen. Those eyes. Those eyes were the eyes she had drawn over and over again these past two months. That face was the owner of those eyes. Although I couldn't remember her face in my dream, a when I saw her, I knew she was the one... She was the owner of those eyes I had been drawing. This was that woman. "Today, I, Aontakarn Rakthai, say goodbye. Good night." The sweet-faced announcer raised her hand to say goodbye and the program cut off without her knowing that there was a person on the other side of the television monitor begging her to stay a little longer. Please at least let me look at those eyes through the television monitor... However, the announcer was gone. "What's wrong, Chris? Why do you watch television like that? The series I want to watch will be out soon. Please don't block my view." I didn't answer my mother. I just moved out of her way with my hand on my left chest because I was afraid her heart would burst out of her chest. Suddenly, tears ran down my cheeks and I had to wipe them away. I didn't even understand why I had these reactions to that woman on television... Aontakarn.