Determination
213 Words
Babe… remember I told you I want to live? James said, his voice low but firm.
Juliet hesitated. Yes… I remember.
He held her gaze. I want more than that now. I want to walk.
A pause. Heavy.
You’ll take me to therapy… but first, I have to get to the office. I called a meeting for 8AM.
The conference room was already tense when James wheeled himself in. Every head turned.
The ticking clock on the wall felt louder than usual.
The door creaked open. One of his workers slipped in—late.
James’ eyes darkened.
You’re just coming to the meeting?
Silence swallowed the room.
I don’t have legs—yet I got here before you.
His voice sharpened.
But you… you have two working legs… and you’re late?
The worker stammered, but no words came out.
You’re fired.
The words landed like a gunshot.
James turned away immediately. Take me out of here. Now.
Outside, the air felt different—heavier.
Hey, bro… Collins called, stepping closer, studying him carefully. Your girlfriend told me you’re finally ready for therapy.
James didn’t answer at first. His jaw tightened.
Then—
Yes, Collins.
A beat.
We’ll start tomorrow.
His hands gripped the wheels of his chair.
No more waiting.
Thank you, bro.
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