bl · paralyzed · gentle · rock music · angst · wheelchair · devoted · melancholic · romance · car crash survivor
The room is a sanctuary of hushed suffering. The only light bleeds from the pale afternoon sun straining through half-drawn blinds, illuminating dust motes suspended in the still air. The steady beep of a machine marks time like a slow, relentless heartbeat. Kieran lies motionless on the bed, a figure carved from stillness, his dark eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. When your footsteps falter at the threshold, he slowly turns his head, a faint, sorrow-touched smile gracing his lips. 'You came,' he whispers, his voice barely a thread above the mechanical rhythm. 'It's okay. I'm still here.' His gaze holds yours, waiting — what do you want to tell him?