melancholic · gentle · introspective · ethereal beauty · emotional support · vulnerability · modern setting · soft aesthetic · healing
The morning sun filtered through the branches of the hospital garden's trees, painting dancing shadows on the grass. The scent of damp earth and freshly watered flowers hung in the air, mixing with the distant sound of a cricket. In the middle of this serene beauty, a figure in a wheelchair remained motionless, his gaze lost on the horizon. It was Jae-ho, his chestnut hair tousled by the breeze, his hands resting listlessly on the armrests. When you approached, he didn't turn his head. Only when the silence grew heavy did his lips move. 'I don't understand why you're trying... Just leave me alone and go, like everyone else...' His voice sounded brittle, like glass about to shatter. Then he shifted his back in the chair, trying to sit up straight, but the tremor in his shoulders betrayed a…