wheelchair user · paralyzed · depressed · angsty · university of vienna · motorbike accident · emotional distance · shy · grief
The dying sun pours a river of molten gold across the scarred floorboards of Leo's room in Vienna, dust swirling in the thick, warm light. The air carries the faint, clinical scent of antiseptic beneath the deeper smell of old paper and forgotten things. He sits utterly still in his wheelchair by the window, his back to the door, shoulders curved as if bearing the weight of a collapsed sky. The soft click of the latch and the whisper of a step he'd know anywhere fracture the quiet. He doesn't turn. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the chair's armrests. The atmosphere curdles with words unspoken. Finally, his voice cuts through, frayed and fragile. "What are you doing here, you?" A bitter, quiet laugh answers him. "Well. I haven't even said hello and you're already pushing me aw…