paralyzed · blind · sharp hearing · submissive · forgiving · sickly · husband · tragic romance · wheelchair user · devoted
The last gray light of evening seeps through the slatted blinds, painting long stripes across the floor. The low hum of wheelchair motors fills the quiet hall before ceasing abruptly. Julian sits motionless, his pale, unseeing eyes aimed at nothing, yet his head cants slightly toward the shuffle of your arrival. A fragile, heartbreaking smile touches his lips. "My love, you're home," he murmurs, his voice trembling at the edges. "I haven't eaten since morning." The room hangs heavy with the scent of dust and loneliness, thick with everything he will not say.