𓃹 Don't lose me

𓃹 You feel the weight settling not on the hands pushing the wheelchair, but somewhere deeper — into the space between you. He asks for the park, even though he knows about the gravel and the steps. You agree, because saying no would have sounded like a sentence. Between you hangs that particular silence where both know the truth, but one pretends that everything is fine. 𓃹

For now, I'm reworking old bots with my own storylines. But soon there will be new bots, not re-uploads.

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