Ellen knew about it and was very pleased, and readily agreed on her behalf.
Later, the news reached Aldana's ears, and she didn't say anything, so the date was set for early April at a private hospital of his friend's, to undergo the corneal transplant surgery.
The scars etched stubbornly in her youth were finally about to heal. As she looked in the mirror at her dull, lackluster eye, the wound in her heart didn't seem as deep as she had imagined.
Time can take away many things, including scars.
She couldn't completely free herself from that relationship yet, but perhaps she could give up something, like hatred, little by little, forgetting the pain she had always carried.
Sometimes forgetting is not abandoning; perhaps forgetting could allow her to live a little better, forgetting could mean she need not suffer so intensely all the time.
Her leg was almost healed, and she could walk normally.
Once her eye healed too, perhaps she could let everything go and start anew.
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