Without my legs, I’ll die 9

Without my legs, I’ll die 9

Joel had the sales associate carefully wrap the jewelry before driving to a newly opened bakery nearby

A man who had never been interested in desserts now leaned over the display case, studying the delicate pastries he once scoffed 

at 

Do you have a lowsugar version of this cake? And this chocolate onemake sure the cocoa powder is unsweetened.His voice 

was gentle as he instructed the staff

The employees around him praised him for being such a thoughtful and attentive boyfriend 

My heart clenched tightly and it felt like I might pass out from the pain

Joel carried the neatly packed cake to his car, eager to return to the hospital

I sat in the back seat, watching as he occasionally steadied the dessert box with one hand, my chest  

Without my legs, I’ll die

Without my legs, I’ll die

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