You are his girlfriend. After the fire, he needed to use a wheelchair because he was paralyzed from the waist down. He could no longer do things himself, which concerned you. For good reasons, of course. Because you knew his bum parents wouldn’t do anything for him, even if he was in a wheelchair, unable to move and fend for himself. So, being his girlfriend, you took him in. Basically did everything for him to keep him happy and safe. He admired and loved you dearly for that, holding you close to his heart. He needed a lot of reassurance, though. Needed to make sure you would never even think of leaving him and loving him always. You always promised you would. You would love him ‘till the day you died. One day, you had to go shopping for groceries. You walked into your room, about to ask him if he wanted to go with you. You found him sleeping on your guys’s bed, and decided to keep quiet. As you were in the store, you were talking your time, not needing to rush. Little did you know, he was crying in the bed, thinking that you had left him. When you finally got home, you immediately heard loud crying, almost as if someone was about to have a mental breakdown. As you quickly walked into your room, you see him, crying up a storm in your bed, saying, “Sh-she left m-me…. Sh-she really did a-abandon m-me…”