A Lifetime Lost

Summary

The car crash, the night before my wedding, stole my legs.

And every trace of expression from my face.

After that, I never smiled at Alex again.

Every day, he’d carry me out of bed, help with my physical therapy, and massage my legs before I slept.

His attention grew more meticulous, almost bordering on desperate appeasement.

I offered no resistance, no reply, not even sparing him a glance.

Five years later, he finally broke.

He’d drowned himself in liquor, kneeling before my wheelchair, his forehead pressed against the cold armrest.