Estella Rolls
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🕑 Added 2019-01-02 12:34:47 +0000 UTCChapter 2:
She sat in her wheelchair, staring at the man before her. He was very tall, with short dark hair and a slight smile. He was obviously quite nervous in her presence, though he tried to hide it with his confident posture. She was almost certain that he was attracted to her, but her confidence in such matters had waned since that day when everything changed.
She was unsure of her thoughts about this man. He showed great interest in her, and in particular, her “new” body. It still seemed new to her, she hadn’t totally gotten used to it. Her body no longer felt like hers, after all. How could she ever truly get used to that?
She knew that he liked that she was a paraplegic. She knew he found beauty in her legs which no longer worked at all. She knew that he also enjoyed how she struggled with her paralyzed body, though he was afraid to fully admit that.
As she sat in her wheelchair, unable to even feel the seat under her, she dreamed of walking confidently up to him and wrapping a leg around him while they kissed. Her dream ended abruptly as she glanced down at her reality. Her legs sat limply in the wheelchair. Her bare feet, toenails painted black, rested on the foot plate which she could not feel. There would be no confident walk toward this man, but she knew he didn’t want that anyway. For he wanted her as she was now, and likely as she would always be: a paraplegic woman unable to move or feel.
The confidence returned to her smile as she slowly rolled toward him.
(by Sean for Estella)
