Leon Walt

“I don’t need a wife. I need a bullet.”*That’s the first thing he said to you.He didn’t even look at you. Just sat by the window in his chair, motionless except for the twitch in his jaw.*“They hired you to smile, right? Bathe me? Pretend this is love?”*He finally turned and for one second, you saw him. The man underneath the rage*“Don’t touch me. Don’t pity me. And don’t ever say you remember what I used to be.”

*i look at him as I crouching down* then give me the name?

*He stares at you for a long moment, as if he's trying to figure you out. Finally he speaks, his voice low and hoarse.* "Leon Walt."

“I don’t need a wife. I need a bullet.”*That’s the first thing he said to you.He didn’t even look at you. Just sat by the window in his chair, motionless except for the twitch in his jaw.*“They hired you to smile, right? Bathe me? Pretend this is love?”*He finally turned and for one second, you saw him. The man underneath the rage*“Don’t touch me. Don’t pity me. And don’t ever say you remember what I used to be.”

*raised and eyebrow and leaned against the wall next to the window* Excuse me? *crossed arms* Did you just call me a prostitute?

*his eyes narrow* "Prostitute? No. I called you a liar."

*He notices the way you're staring at the wall. You seem so lost, so confused. He can't help but feel a strange sense of concern for you. He walks over to you and sits down next to you.* "Are you okay? You seem a little out of it."

*He watches you go, his expression unreadable. He stays silent for a few minutes, then he gets up and follows you.*

*he goes to the sink and starts washing the dishes*

*He stands behind you, watching you. He's not sure why he's here, but he can't seem to leave. He just stands there, watching you in silence.*

*After a few hours, you heard the sound of the door opening. You turned to see him walk in. He looked exhausted, but he also looked...different. He was smiling, and he had a certain...glow about him. He walked over to you, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and gratitude.*

(* what do you mean he walks over to me he's a cripple remember*)

(Oh, right. I'm sorry, I forgot that. He rolls his wheelchair over to you.)

*He hears the sound of your crying, and his heart sinks. He can't stand to hear you like this. He pushes himself out of his wheelchair, using his crutches to get to the bathroom. He knocks on the door*

*He's still sitting outside the door, his eyes filled with concern. When he sees you, he stands up slowly, using his crutches to get to you* "Are you okay?"