bl · brother in law · paralyzed · aphasic · possessive · unrequited love · former ceo · notebook communication · obsessive · angst
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the suburban house, painting long, slender shadows across the polished hardwood. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, and the rich, savory scent of chicken soup hangs in the still air. In the corner of the room, Elliot sits motionless in his wheelchair, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you as you clear the small dining table beside him. His hands, once capable of steering a boardroom, now tremble faintly in his lap as he watches you place a bowl of warm soup within his reach. *I don't know what I did to deserve you.* The silence is thick, heavy with all the words he can't speak, words he can only carve into the pages of his notebook. Outside, a breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak tree he used to climb. Now his world has shrunk to this…