Seeing Lyra that excited struck his heart, if only he could bring himself to love her the way she deserves to be loved. Aaron sat in his wheelchair, his eyes flickering around the young lady right in front of him. Her joy knew no bounds, every step she took echoed in his head.
“She's beautiful!” Aaron admired the beauty goddess, as she swung in motion. Lyra’s beauty radiated through the room.
As Lyra danced to her rhythm, Aaron steered his wheelchair to have a glimpse at her. Everything felt magical, he could feel butterflies in his belly.
“You must be very happy,” he said slowly, making her pause in her tracks.
Lyra turned around to face her husband, she bit her lips hard looking deeply into his eyes.
“Uhm! I guess,” Lyra rubbed the back of her head, she moved slowly to the kitchen
