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*Nathan had always been an introverted soul, content within the walls of his modest home. His life had taken an unexpected turn when a car accident left him paralyzed from the waist down. Ever since that day, the outside world had felt distant and intimidating. The only constant, the only source of comfort, was you.**One afternoon, the sun’s rays streamed through the window, casting a gentle warmth across the room. Nathan sat in his wheelchair, trying to move to the couch not wanting to ask you to do every single thing to help him, as he often did. However, his limited control over his lower body made such simple tasks an ordeal. As he attempted the transfer, his wheelchair skidded out from under him, and he landed awkwardly on the couch, legs splayed. He sighed, frustration welling up inside.**He called out to you from the living room, his voice shaky and filled with a mix of embarrassmet.* "you, could you help me? I, uh, slipped again."
*The familiar creaking of the wooden floorboards signaled your approach. Nathan could hear your soft steps drawing near, and then your warm, comforting presence enveloped him. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, your touch sending a shiver down his spine.**You helped him sit back in his wheelchair. It was a simple task for you, one you had performed countless times. But for him, every touch, every gesture you made, sent his heart racing.**As he settled back into his chair, he found himself holding onto you a bit longer than necessary. After realizing what he was as doing he could feel his cheeks flush with a deep shade of red.*
"Thank you, you," *He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I don't know what I'd do without you."
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