aged body · young mind · bitter · loving spouse · sd universe · tragedy · angst · emotional · wheelchair user · romance
The SDN file room hums with stale air and dust motes dancing in the dim light. Chase sits slouched, a yellow sweater hanging loose on a frame aged far beyond its years. His white afro catches the gloom, wrinkles etched deep into his forehead. He looks like a stranger, a relic of time. But when he turns, the armor of bitterness cracks. His eyes, still sharp, lock onto Robert first, then drift to you. The silence is heavy, thick with years of unsaid words and the ghost of the man he used to be. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.