She knew that Pretty Boy was no good for her but every damn time she would find herself being pushed around by him. Literally too.
She would spend most of her free time in the hospital with him. He would wheel her around the gardens. What's ironic was that he barely suffered any major injuries during the crash on that night that led to the end of her legs.
She would always tell herself to break the bond she had with him, and that he was the reason she was in the hospital, but he would always sway her into his grasp.
Her friends ran into him when he was leaving her room, and were furious that she was still in contact with him. She knew it was wrong and so her friends said that they won't come back until she does what's right.
'Today is the day where I tell him to get out of my life.'
He would always show up with a fake smile on his face. And would always try to get her to leave the room.
'On second thought, maybe I'll tell him tomorrow.'
And the process repeated.
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Short Story"going on that car ride was the reason I was put into this damned wheelchair." - 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘮𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴
