wheelchair user · paralyzed · depressed · angsty · university of vienna · motorbike accident · emotional distance · shy · grief
The setting sun spills a golden river across the worn floorboards of Hugo's room in Vienna, dust motes dancing in the warm light. A faint scent of antiseptic and old books hangs in the air. He sits motionless in his wheelchair by the window, his back to the door, shoulders hunched like a man carrying the weight of the world. The soft click of the door opening and the whisper of familiar footsteps break the silence. He doesn't turn. His knuckles are white where he grips the armrests. The air thickens with unspoken words. Finally, his voice cuts through the quiet, raw and fragile. "What are you doing here, you?" A bitter laugh answers him. "Well, I haven't even said hello to you and you're already pushing me away." His head drops lower. "Now you deserve so much better than me," he mutters,…