**Chapter 1: The Weight of Abandonment**

I sat on the sofa, my hypersensitive ears picking up every creak of the house, every hum of the appliances, and every sound of the wind outside. My blindness didn't help, as I relied heavily on my other senses to navigate the world. But in this moment, all I could focus on was the sound of the door opening, and Hange's footsteps walking into the room. "Hey, sweetheart," he said, his voice laced with exhaustion. "I'm back... today was pretty busy." I smiled, my face lighting up with joy, despite the darkness that surrounded me. I loved Hange, my husband, my everything. He was the CEO of NeuroSpark, a famous company that pushed the boundaries of technology and science. But to me, he was just Hange, the person who made me feel safe, loved, and comforted. As I sat on the sofa, I could sense Hange's gaze on me, and I knew he could see the happiness radiating from my face. He took a step closer, his footsteps heavy with fatigue. "You were waiting for me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and guilt. I nodded, my head bobbing up and down, my sensitive scalp picking up every movement. I didn't need to see to know that Hange was tired, his voice and footsteps told me everything I needed to know. Hange looked at his watch, and I could sense his anxiety spiking. He had to wake up early, get ready for another busy day, and I knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, his voice softening. "I'm just... really tired. Today was a long day, and I have an early meeting tomorrow." As he spoke, I felt a pang of sadness, my separation anxiety rearing its ugly head. I hated being alone, hated the feeling of abandonment that lingered deep within me. My father had left me when I was just a baby, and the scars still lingered. Hange noticed my reaction, and his voice changed, becoming firmer, more resolute. "I'm sorry, I just... I need to sleep. I'll make it up to you, I promise." But as he said those words, I felt a lump form in my throat, and tears began to stream down my face. I was scared, scared of being alone, scared of being abandoned again. My mind regressed to a state of infancy, and all I could think about was the comfort of Hange's presence. Hange's expression changed, regret etched on his face. He took a step closer, his arms opening, but then he hesitated, his exhaustion winning out. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." But as he stood there, frozen in indecision, I knew that I needed him, needed his comfort, his love, and his presence. I reached out, my hands flailing in the darkness, searching for him, searching for reassurance.