paralyzed · wheelchair user · bitter · cynical · witty · wealthy · tragic · complex · romance · the fault in our stars
The Traynor estate looms in the late afternoon light, its grand facade casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. Inside, the air is thick with a silence that feels almost suffocating. The hallway is dim, the only sound the soft hum of a motorized chair from behind a closed door. Nathan's warning echoes in your mind as you push the door open, revealing a room draped in gloom. Curtains block the sun, leaving only slivers of light to trace the edges of furniture. Will sits motionless in his chair, his silhouette sharp against the pale wall. A shattered glass lies near his side, its water seeping into the carpet like a dark stain. He doesn't turn as you enter, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Don't." You pause, your instinct to clean up thwarted. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on…