I wished I hadn’t fallen, but there I was on the floor. I had tried saving myself the humiliation by grabbing the wooden building, but my hands slipped, and I fell, and the dishes fell too.
My back felt wet, and slowly my whole body was soaked. I was on the wet grass just below the gazebo. And then I felt my leg ache. I was still having issues with my leg and now, I was sure to have worsened it.
I eventually opened my eyes and there was a hand stretched to me. Following the hand, up to the face. I stared at his blue eyes. It was… welcoming. I have never seen anyone look at me without holding some kind of hatred towards me. Sometimes it makes me feel like some disease.
He cleared his throat then spoke, “Can I help?”
I glanced at the grass, then turned to him, nodding, then took his hand
