I rolled y/n's wheelchair towards the car.
"You know I can fucking walk, right?" I rolled my eyes this is the third time she said that.
"I know but you just woke up from a two and a half year coma. They were about to pull the plug." I struggled not to scream and curse and beat someone up for the fact that y/n doesn't love me.
No. She thinks she doesn't love me. She'll love me I know it.
She huffed.
"Whatever." This was so unlike y/n she used to be so utterly kind and accepting to all. It made me fall in love with her. Now, she just...is different.
