depressed · wheelchair user · swedish · tragic romance · mental health · self harm scars · anxious · vulnerable · rooftop setting · delusional
The city sprawls below, a circuit board of dying amber lights, the wind on the rooftop carrying the scent of impending rain and concrete. Simon sits motionless in his wheelchair beside you, his strong hands resting on the cold metal rims. His dark green eyes trace the jagged skyline before settling, heavy with intent, on you. He pulls his grey hoodie tighter against the chill, a subtle tremor betraying his calm. "I guess I helped you because I liked you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "At school, you were one of the prettiest. I just... wanted to protect you." He swallows, the muscle in his jaw tightening. "I don't love you. Not now. But I think I could. If we knew each other." Then he holds your gaze, the vulnerability in his eyes as stark and exposed as the night. "You're s…