The Writers' Circle

A creepy silence took over the small messy dim lighted room, nothing interrupted the silence but the clock's loud successive ticks, there he was on his usual wheelchair holding a torn photo.
Looking at it and squeezing it with his hands, standing still in this picture was a young pretty woman drawing a big smile on her face, when he noticed how happy she was he started shivering...he looked at his wheelchair and sobbed, confined and trapped as ever, he was resembling a prisoner in his cell yet his sentence was for life, sometimes he thought of the chair as his best friend yet most of the time it was his powerful enemy, he was assembled there motionless just like it, and his soul was as numb as his stupid legs.
Nobody cared about his silent grief, he was alone, he knew it was the end, how could he survive without her?! She was his joy in life; he never felt for a second that he's paralyzed or that this dreadful accident had ever happened.she used to fulfill all his wishes without even demanding them, he wished he lied beside her now, his wounds would've been healed, but where is she now? She left him dying from soreness, for a second he felt mad at her, but then looked at the photo again and tried to touch her beautiful face, looked at the shredded side of the photo and recognized a shade of a hand; he memorized that he was the one who tore this part, he never wanted to remember how he looked like when he was healthy, he tried to remove the image from his head, he wanted to forget everything.
At that time he was happy and well, he was satisfied with his life those days, as if everything was going more than perfect and this accident just destroyed his blissful life.gradually the most painful moments were glowing in his memory.expressionless she said " honey, I know it's not the suitable time for it but, you've been wondering why your dad hasn't showed up for various days, yo.your dad left us, he's not going to live with us anymore."
Anxiously he looked again at the very same photo, looked at the other torn side, but his so called father wasn't there, he hated him because he left them alone, not considering that his own kid needed love ,required to be embraced with affection, he escaped fearing the responsibility of a crippled child and ran away in this critical time when he wanted him, he pitied his mother, and wondered how she managed to remove all his fears, she devoted herself for his happiness, she was the only creature who was kind to him, who treated him as if he was whole, as if nothing was wrong with him.
He felt an urgent need to throw himself in her arms, to kiss her on the cheek, to hear her charming voice once again, to tell her how much he loves her, he couldn't bear these thoughts anymore ,he cried out loud " Why her? Why not me?" but nobody replied.
Translucent tears were flowing on his cheek, he never felt that lonely before, she was the only person who cared, the queen of his heart's throne.nobody was ever going to take her place, but for now, nothing remained from his angel, but an old torn ripped photo.
And his crippled hope that they could meet at last.