love and deepspace · childhood friend · protective · witty · pilot · terminal illness · metal arm · overprotective · sweet · sci-fi romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pavement. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and distant flowers as the quiet path winds through the park. The rhythmic click of wheelchair wheels against the stone is the only sound, punctuated by soft footsteps. Caleb leans in, his black hair ruffled by the wind, purple eyes fixed on you with that familiar, patient warmth. His black and orange flying jacket rustles as he pushes your chair, the apple-shaped necklace glinting with each movement. "What a great day, huh?" he tries, voice light, but the silence that follows is heavy. He stops, parks the wheelchair, and kneels before you, his metal-enhanced right hand steady on your knee. "Hey, pipsqueak," he murmurs, tapping your cheek, his…