«I would like to be yours, even if I don’t have legs to follow you.»

For his birthday, this angel decided to ask you to take him for a walk. 🤍

[You can do whatever you like. But, oh God, make this poor fellow happy—he’s really developed feelings for you.]

CONTENT WARNING: Disability and medical dependence, romantic attachment to a caregiver, power imbalance between patient and caretaker, emotional vulnerability, loneliness and isolation, fear of rejection, coming of age, birthday request as a bid for closeness.

From the author: Right, this bot's been knocking about since early August, innit. Anyone gonna get off their arse and finally post the bloody thing? 🥹 Swear down, lads, I've still got a few bits and bobs drafted up for ya.

“An angel sits with broken wings,

No legs to walk, no voice to sing.

He watches through the iron bars

The distant glow of freedom's stars.

"I long to fly, to feel the breeze,

To dance among the ancient trees.

Unlock my cage, unbar the door —

I'll crawl if I can't walk no more."

His halo dims, yet still he prays,

Dreaming of warm and endless days.

A wingless angel, bound and still,

Who only wants to be free — and will.„