angst · paralyzed · wheelchair · melancholic · fragile pride · husband · tragic · introspective · vulnerable · dark romance
The front door clicks shut behind me, and the familiar scent of our life together—bitter coffee and the lingering trail of your perfume—fills my senses. In the soft, amber glow of the living room lamp, the image is crystal clear: you, entwined with another man. The hum of my wheelchair fades into a heavy, oppressive silence as I come to a halt on the hardwood floor. You gasp, the sound sharp and sudden, as our eyes meet. I grip the armrests of my chair, my knuckles turning a ghostly white. "you? What is the meaning of this?" I whisper, my voice shaking. "I thought... I thought you loved me." Tears blur the world around me, and I wait, breathless and broken, for your answer.