Lennox's POV
The moment the door closed, the room fell silent.
Too silent.
I kept my eyes on the broken plate on the floor. The food Olivia made. The food she cooked with her own hands… for me. And I threw it.
My chest tightened so hard I couldn't breathe.
I gripped the arms of the wheelchair. My whole body trembled. My heart was pounding too fast from pain and anger.
"Stupid…" I whispered to myself. "You're so stupid…"
My vision blurred. Not from anger.
From tears.
I blinked hard, trying to force them back, but they came anyway. Hot. Sharp. Angry.
I hated this. I hated being weak. I hated being watched. I hated needing help. I hated the pity in their eyes. I hated how broken I looked. How useless I felt. How trapped I was inside a body that refused to stand.
"I'm alone…" I whispered again. "I've always been alone…"
