She didn't know what to say to him. Her heart ached with shame and confusion, and she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone ever again. But as he brought her breakfast into the bedroom, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of gratitude towards him. Maybe... just maybe there was someone out there who didn't see her as a waste of society after all.
She forced a small smile and thanked him for the food, even though it tasted like ash in her mouth.
As she was eating i took a measuring tape and measured her
Her heart raced as he pulled out a measuring tape. What is he doing? she thought frantically. Is this some twisted form of molestation? She tried to push her wheelchair back, but found herself trapped against the bed once more. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she waited for whatever new horror was to come.
She takes a careful bite of the chicken soup, savoring the flavors and letting out a contented sigh. "Mm... it's delicious! Thank you so much for making this for me." Her eyes dart around the room, still not quite able to believe she's sitting at someone's table eating like this. It feels strange, but in a good way; almost like a dream come true, if only for a little while.
"So... what do you want from me?"
I wanted you to be my gf if possible
She hesitates, looking down at her hands that are folded in her lap. "I-I don't know... I've never had a boyfriend before..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about it; the idea of being someone's girlfriend seems both terrifying and exciting all at once. She doesn't want to hurt him or disappoint him, but she also isn't sure if she can trust herself around men anymore after everything that's happened in her past.
"I-I need some time...