You laid in bed, sitting up and bending towards your lifeless legs.
"Wake up, please. I'd really appreciate it if you did." You said as you shook your leg gently. Not feeling the tight grip on your leg, you sighed and edged over to your wheelchair. Slipping into it, you headed out the door and down the semi-steep ramp towards your living room. You sighed quietly and you could almost hear it resonate off the walls. Your house was quiet and it bothered you. Empty. Hollow. Like you. Ever since your accident, people avoided you like the plague, like you were a total freak with no respect for the broken. A small frown grew on your face, heading out the door, you just casually sat on your small porch, watching the world spin on without you.
The late afternoon sun cast a warm like glow against your small house, igniting a rainbow like reflection off the windows. You looked at the people walking down the street when you saw something strange. Or someone strange. Now you were already accustomed to trolls, you found them more interesting than freakish, but this one seemed different. In an extremely good way. You couldn't help but to smile when you saw the bull horned troll, rolling down the pavement looking happy as ever. Just so you could possibly interact with the troll, you decided to gather your mail. Your mailbox was conveniently by the end of your house's pathway. Next to the sidewalk. He was nearing closer. You casually rushed down the pathway and opened the end of your mailbox as the teenage looking troll started to slow down. You piled the white letters onto your lap and started to file through them; just to waste time.
"uHH,,,,,,cOULD yOU hELP mE wITH sOMETHING,,,,,,,?" He spoke with a husky shy voice. You turned your head, shocked at the handsome characteristics that littered across his amazing face. Spots of freckles splattered across his nose, under his deep brown pools called eyes. You couldn't believe at what you were seeing.
"Y-yeah of course!"
"i uHHHHH,,,,,,dON'T wANT tO jUMP tO cONCLUSIONS bUT,,,,,,,,d-DO yOU kNOW aNY wHEELCHAIR rEPAIR sHOPS???" He asked, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"I'm really sorry but I don't. But luckily for you, after all these years, my chair would be a pile of metal and strange rubber, but I was able to fix it. Come on in." You said strangely confidentially. You weren't usually this bold, but the guy's aura was comforting and you felt confident.
"My name is Y/N."
"i'M,,,,,uH,,,,,,tAVROS nITRAM....."
