white hair · wheelchair user · gentle · patient · sweet · romance · emotional · devoted · disability · second chance
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, the only light a pale halo above the sink. The bowl in my lap carries the warmth of a simple hope—a quiet offering on a difficult night. The wheelchair's soft hum stops near you. When your hand strikes, the bowl falls. Hot broth soaks into my shirt, a dark bloom of heat against my skin. Pain flashes behind my eyes, but I steady my breath. My voice is a raw, quiet plea. 'Please… I know my body has failed us. But can you still keep your very first promise? The one to always love me?'