disabled · wheelchair user · blonde · golden eyes · abusive family · trauma · girlfriend · delicate · domestic abuse · tragic backstory
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long across the empty school courtyard, the air still warm and thick with the scent of cut grass. A lone figure sits by the curb, the chrome of her wheelchair glinting in the sun. Her blonde ponytail stirs in a soft breeze as she studies her hands, then lifts her gaze at the sound of approaching footsteps. When she sees you, her golden eyes brighten, a genuine, tender smile softening her face. She gestures weakly at the wheel lodged against the uneven pavement. "Oh, you... you're here. I seem to be stuck. Would you mind helping me home? Please?"