"Fuck me harder, baby~"
Those slurty words bled through the wooden door just a few feet away from the young man sitting in the hallway. Gabriel Williams, with black silky hair cascading down his shoulders, sat in his wheelchair, his body trembling all thanks to thr cruel loud moans.
His once-powerful legs lay useless, stolen from him by a terrible accident that had left him confined whether temporarily or permanently, no one could say. His deep ocean-blue eyes brimmed with tears, tears that slipped relentlessly down his pale cheeks. His lips quivered as he tried to form words, to scream, to beg, to do something to make those noises stop. But only broken sobs escaped his throat.
Both hands clutched desperately at the bouquet of fresh flowers he had brought with him, the sharp thorns of the roses piercing his skin, but he didn't let go. Pain in his palms was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
No… it can't be him… it can't be.
