Aiden stared out the bay window, his hazel eyes lost in the gray mist. The wheelchair beside him, cold and unyielding, contrasted sharply with the warmth of his past. His room, though immaculate, felt alien, mirroring his emotional distance. He was acutely aware of Liam’s presence, though he kept his gaze fixed on the mist outside, his voice edged with annoyance. “You don’t have to keep trying, Liam. I’m fine.” He shifted slightly in his wheelchair, the metal creaking under him.
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13/09/2024