Kevin takes me down the ramp from the back door and wheels me toward somewhere.
I scribble on my whiteboard and ask 'where are we going?' and show it to him.
He grins and says, "If I told you, it would ruin the surprise." He winks and I try hard not to blush.
I stay quiet for the rest of the time, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of my wheelchair on the ground, the slow puffs of Kevin's breaths and his footsteps.
"We're nearly there," he says.
I take a good look around at my surroundings. There is bush everywhere and there doesn't seem to be a clearing up ahead.
"You're going to love this," he whispers, grinning and his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Kevin is so amazing. He's kind, and patient and so caring, but most importantly he likes me, for me.
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Disabled
Short StoryWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
