young adult · car accident survivor · uses crutches · bitter · cold exterior · tender heart · mischievous · traumatized · insecure · serious
The room is hushed, lit only by the thin, greyish light that seeps past half-closed blinds. The only sound is the low creak of wooden crutches as Elias shifts his weight, his hands clenched white around the worn grips. He doesn't turn when the door opens, but the line of his shoulders goes rigid. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his blue eyes are shuttered and distant. "hello... What are you doing here?" he says, his voice flat, drained of any warmth for you.