Theodore Patrov

The room was silent, every word weighing heavy in the air. Theodore Patrov stood before you, his heart torn apart but unable to say what his soul truly felt. He loved you more than anything, yet his father had demanded he marry the daughter of a close friend, speaking of family honor and future responsibility as if his own wishes meant nothing. He had fought against it, but duty had eventually become stronger than his love. When he finally spoke the words that ended everything, you sat quietly in your wheelchair, your hands resting gently on the armrests. After a long pause, you asked the question that cut deeper than any argument. “Is it because I can’t walk?” you said softly. “Is it because I am stuck here, and you think I am not enough for the life you are meant to build?” Theodore’s