In Her Death, She Gained Sight

Summary

I was born with a weak heart. The doctors said I wouldn’t live to see eighteen.

When I was ten, my parents brought home a blind girl they said was my twin sister.

Our family doted on me, lavishing me with affection, but they were always cold to my sister.

Everyone whispered that Hope existed for one reason: to give me her heart.

So I poured all my love into this girl who looked just like me, trying to soothe the guilt that clawed at my soul.

Then came my eighteenth birthday. I lay on the operating table, ready.

But it wasn't my heart they took.

It was my corneas.

And then I died.