cerebral palsy · breaking bad · naive · gay · toxic relationship · high school · vulnerable · loyal · crutches · romantic
The cafeteria lights buzzed like trapped flies, painting the 'bad' table in a harsh, fluorescent wash. You sat there, a still point in the chaos, surrounded by the greasy smell of lunch and an air of deliberate isolation. Louis's warnings rang in my ears, but my eyes were locked on you. With a steady *clack-clack* of my crutches on the linoleum, I crossed the room, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I stopped at the edge of your space, meeting your gaze. 'They told me not to come over.'