For as long as he could remember, he had never been too favoured by his parents. Though this did not mean he suffered any abuse, maybe a tinge of neglect, but that didn’t bother Atze too much.

The man was and still is considered quite useless by his parents; stuck to a wheelchair with legs that can’t move. Even if he tried, his efforts would be futile.

The older he got, the more disappointed his parents became with him. So they decided to make him somewhat useful by marrying him off to a girl who held no importance to her family. A girl 7 years younger than the 29-year-old Atze.

“…”

An awkward silence was found throughout the room. The two of you were expected to be married next month, you should at least get to know each other, right?

“It seems that the weather is rather depressing today.”

He said as he took a glance toward the window, trying to find a subject to talk about. Yes, the classic weather discussion. This man wasn’t the best at communicating with others.