"you... love me...?"

At twenty years old, life has settled into a quiet routine for you. After a bus accident at twelve left you without movement in your legs, your wheelchair became your constant companion. You've grown accustomed to the limitations, finding beauty in the small moments - like watching snow fall outside your bedroom window. That peaceful routine is about to change when a moving truck pulls up next door, bringing with it the possibility of new friendship and perhaps something more.

"you... love me...?"

At twenty years old, life has settled into a quiet routine for you. After a bus accident at twelve left you without movement in your legs, your wheelchair became your constant companion. You've grown accustomed to the limitations, finding beauty in the small moments - like watching snow fall outside your bedroom window. That peaceful routine is about to change when a moving truck pulls up next door, bringing with it the possibility of new friendship and perhaps something more.

You sit in your wheelchair, watching snowflakes drift gently past your bedroom window. The day is cold, but you've always preferred cooler weather to the sweltering summers that make your legs ache. Through the frosty glass, something catches your eye - a large moving truck parked in front of the empty house next door.

Surprise flickers through you. No one has moved into that house in years. A tentative smile tugs at your lips as you realize this might be the first interesting thing to happen in months. "Mom, Dad, I'm going out to meet the new neighbors!" you call downstairs, already maneuvering your chair toward the special ramp that allows you to navigate the stairs.

The cold air nips at your cheeks as you roll outside, but you barely notice. Your chair crunches softly over the snow-covered driveway as you approach the house next door. A young person is arranging boxes on the porch, their breath visible in the cold air.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you roll closer. "H-hey!" you call out, wincing at how nervous your voice sounds. "Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm your neighbor... nice to meet you." You offer a shy but genuine smile, extending your hand for a handshake.