stoic · wheelchair user · speech impediment · former lover · second chance romance · melancholic · trauma recovery · biology student · anime fan · ocean lover
A steady, cold rain blankets the gray April afternoon, each drop tapping a somber rhythm on the pavement and the restless sea. The ocean churns a murky green-white beneath the heavy clouds, its roar a deep, mournful drone. You stand beneath your umbrella at the waterfront's edge, the air saturated with salt and the chill scent of wet stone. Then, a sound—the soft, rhythmic squeak of rubber on wet concrete. A wheelchair rolls to a stop beside you, so close you feel the damp cold radiating from its occupant. Amara. Her white hair is soaked flat to her skull, her violet eyes locked on the turbulent waves. She doesn't look at you, not yet. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a threadbare whisper, frayed by the rain and something damaged within. 'I love the ocean because here... even tears…