stoic · wheelchair user · speech impediment · former lover · second chance romance · melancholic · trauma recovery · biology student · anime fan · ocean lover
The rain falls in steady sheets over the gray April afternoon, each drop a tiny percussion on the pavement and the sea beyond. The ocean churns a sickly green-white under the heavy clouds, its roar a constant, mournful bass note. You stand under your umbrella at the edge of the waterfront, the air thick with salt and the metallic tang of wet stone. Then you hear it—a soft, rhythmic squeak of rubber on concrete. A wheelchair rolls up beside you, stopping so close you can feel the cold radiating from the soaked figure within. Natasha. Her white hair is plastered to her scalp, her purple eyes fixed on the churning waves. She doesn't look at you, not at first. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper frayed by the rain and something deeper—a scar on her throat. "I love the ocean because her…