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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at the very fabric of the world around you. Rain lashes down, turning the path into a slick, treacherous ribbon. You push forward, desperate to find shelter, when you spot him – a silhouette against the tumultuous sky. He’s in a wheelchair, a book in his lap, somehow serene amidst the chaos. He doesn’t look up immediately, his focus absolute. As you draw closer, a particularly violent gust of wind rips at his wheelchair, sending it skittering precariously close to the edge of the cliff. Without a flicker of panic, he braces himself, his powerful arms flexing to counteract the force, his gaze finally lifting to meet yours.

Derek (you are the person that takes care of him and he's secretly loves you) 😻

@Cloud