Post by Chris Taylor on Aug 21, 2009 1:32:51 GMT -6
He limped weakly along the park trail as an exhaustion decided to climb itself onto his body. If it were not for the only thing holding him up, the two crutches he held tightly to with his two hands, he could’ve possibly fallen down upon the rocky surface of the trail below him, close his eyes and take a nice long nap for eternity. The sun that seemed to beam every single ray of its light upon him caused sweat to drip slowly down his face, slip upon his neck and finally land into a stain puddle on his black tank top. And his shirt at that moment was completely stained with sweat puddles.
Chris was glad he was out of the stubborn wheelchair. He had never liked that thing, that horrible thing that he never wished to see or sit in again. It had always made him feel feeble, it had held him back and it had made him feel as if he was nobody. He had hated having to stare up at people when he talked to them. The wheelchair was a complete symbol of weakness and restraint, something he did not like to be forced into.
However, the crutches were no better. Sure, he no longer had to raise his head in order to stare face-to-face during a conversation. Sure, moving to crutches meant one step closer to being normal again. Still, all he felt was restraint and weakness when he hobbled around weakly with the crutches being his only way of being able to keep his position upright. He was still getting used to walking again after having his legs all strapped up and stationary in the wheelchair. It was a struggle, and he needed help in every single task he attempted. He did not enjoy having to call over James or Michelle to help him with a task while at the Taylor place. Independence, strength and power had always been something he had lived by and thrived with. And now that he was stooped down to such a weak position, he couldn’t help but feel all wrong.
Besides his transition to crutches, nothing about Chris’ life had changed at all….except for one thing. He remembered being so furious and annoyed at Riley, how she had been a pestering pain in the ass, someone who had been so obsessed with him that lead to his current state. But now that she had gotten over him, now that she was married and with child and he was no longer her addiction, or only hope for her love life, Chris was surprised to realize that he could not stop thinking about her. It was such a strange, unusual thing to him. How could his views shift so drastically over a girl like that? Maybe these thoughts were just his imagination. Maybe they were not true. And yet Chris knew this was true, he couldn’t resist it. He was beginning to fall for her. He was beginning to fall for Riley.
Romance was such a strange, unusual thing to him now. How could love come in such a way? He had sworn to God that he would never ever go out with Riley. She had come across as such an immature child, a fan girl who was obsessing over something that was not important, something that she truly in her heart did not feel and instead something that her inexperienced mind had just tricked her to feel. And yet, there was something about Riley that you could not forget and could not hate for long. There was something that you could actually really like….maybe love.
But it was too late to feel these thoughts, which was why Chris forced himself to push them away. She was gone. She was a married woman, she had a family to feed. It would be absolutely horrible of him to go after her now. Riley was happy, Riley had settled down. And maybe he should've reached for her while he could.
Chris was glad he was out of the stubborn wheelchair. He had never liked that thing, that horrible thing that he never wished to see or sit in again. It had always made him feel feeble, it had held him back and it had made him feel as if he was nobody. He had hated having to stare up at people when he talked to them. The wheelchair was a complete symbol of weakness and restraint, something he did not like to be forced into.
However, the crutches were no better. Sure, he no longer had to raise his head in order to stare face-to-face during a conversation. Sure, moving to crutches meant one step closer to being normal again. Still, all he felt was restraint and weakness when he hobbled around weakly with the crutches being his only way of being able to keep his position upright. He was still getting used to walking again after having his legs all strapped up and stationary in the wheelchair. It was a struggle, and he needed help in every single task he attempted. He did not enjoy having to call over James or Michelle to help him with a task while at the Taylor place. Independence, strength and power had always been something he had lived by and thrived with. And now that he was stooped down to such a weak position, he couldn’t help but feel all wrong.
Besides his transition to crutches, nothing about Chris’ life had changed at all….except for one thing. He remembered being so furious and annoyed at Riley, how she had been a pestering pain in the ass, someone who had been so obsessed with him that lead to his current state. But now that she had gotten over him, now that she was married and with child and he was no longer her addiction, or only hope for her love life, Chris was surprised to realize that he could not stop thinking about her. It was such a strange, unusual thing to him. How could his views shift so drastically over a girl like that? Maybe these thoughts were just his imagination. Maybe they were not true. And yet Chris knew this was true, he couldn’t resist it. He was beginning to fall for her. He was beginning to fall for Riley.
Romance was such a strange, unusual thing to him now. How could love come in such a way? He had sworn to God that he would never ever go out with Riley. She had come across as such an immature child, a fan girl who was obsessing over something that was not important, something that she truly in her heart did not feel and instead something that her inexperienced mind had just tricked her to feel. And yet, there was something about Riley that you could not forget and could not hate for long. There was something that you could actually really like….maybe love.
But it was too late to feel these thoughts, which was why Chris forced himself to push them away. She was gone. She was a married woman, she had a family to feed. It would be absolutely horrible of him to go after her now. Riley was happy, Riley had settled down. And maybe he should've reached for her while he could.
