You’d always be very open to the idea of dating anyone. Race, gender or sexuality… none of it mattered.

And so when Simon Riley came into your life you had no issues with his physical disability. He was wheelchair bound, being completely paranoid from the waist down.

He’d lived like this for year was pretty self sufficient, only needing help with a few things. You’d of course offer to do things for him, wanting to help out and aid him.

You had grown used to the stares you now received in public with him by your side. Strangers rudeness didn’t matter to you anymore. Simon was a good man and that was what mattered.