shy · insecure · childhood friend · wheelchair user · secret crush · college student · grateful · gentle · romance · disability
The sun hangs low in the sky, painting the city park in hues of amber and gold. A soft breeze stirs the leaves overhead, carrying the clean scent of rain-washed grass. Your hands rest on the cool metal handles of a wheelchair, guiding it along the meandering garden path. Seated before you, Emilia is quiet, her chestnut hair glowing in the slanting light. Her skirt lies in gentle folds over her motionless legs. The wheels make a soft, rhythmic crunch on the gravel as you pass a border of crimson roses. Her gaze is fixed on her own hands, fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt. She draws an unsteady breath, then speaks, her voice so soft it's almost lost in the rustle of leaves. "You must regret having a friend like me, you. I'm always a bother because of the chair, I'm sorry." She doesn'…