“Easy there,” Ben said as he helped Roman walk towards a wheelchair. Roman was holding a walking stick as he walked towards the wheelchair. It was a miracle that he was back on his feet already. It had been four weeks after he had gotten hit in the spine. That was the worst injury one could receive. Roman treated it like it was nothing. It had taken a lot for him to conquer his fears and get better. Ben’s words had helped him. It turned out that he needed someone to push him to remind him of who he was, and Ben had been that person. “Please don’t let go of me,” Roman said as they almost arrived at the chair. His spine hurt with each step he took. He also had trouble with breathing. Selena and Lydia were present in the room as they watched Roman take his first steps after injury. It was a lively sight to behold although Selena stopped feeling guilty for everything that had happened to Roman. She had known that something like this would happen, and she had tried her best to stay away

Roman Lacroix walked on the treadmill slowly. He winced in pain as he pushed himself and his spine to do more. It was becoming his daily routine to walk on the treadmill. At some point, he had begun running on it but that had come with a price. He hadn’t been able to walk for a few hours after that. His spine had acted badly, and since then, he hadn’t tried it again. It had been a month and two weeks since the incident that almost destroyed his life. Now here he was back on the treadmill trying to get her back to his best. A lot was waiting for him when he got back. He hadn’t left the house in a month and a half. He was certain that everybody was questioning his whereabouts. Roman had been lucky to have survived what had happened to him that night. And because he was alive, he pushed himself to do better. He never wanted to end up in that situation ever again. He was going to make sure that he got stronger. After the daily treadmill exercise, he usually threw hands with Lydia as he t

Florence Weah had been watching Roman for over a long period now. His appearance had caught her attention ever since he walked into the event. This was the man her father had been talking about. He was their worst enemy, or at least that was what her father had told her. Staring at him now, he looked nothing like that. He was dressed in a lavender suit with a white undershirt. His jet-black hair glittered under the lights and his silver eyes bore into her soul as she stared at him. He was dead gorgeous. Roman was still in disbelief as he stared at Florence. It was surprising that he hadn’t heard of her before. Her deep blue eyes were one of the best he had seen. They were amazing, and for a few seconds, it seemed the world had stopped around them. They were only both in the room and were spinning slowly as their eyes locked for what seemed to be an eternity. Roman blinked hard, breaking from eye contact. Florence’s cheeks heated up and she looked down at her feet trying to stay away

Roman ran on the treadmill as he clenched his jaws. He was finally doing it. He was back on his feet and was doing better. He looked at the speed at which he was going and was impressed by this. His spine ached a little bit. It was bearable. He breathed in heavily as he tried to push himself further. He could do better than this. Roman reached for the dashboard and increased the speed on the treadmill. That turned out to be a bad idea. Roman could feel his knees starting to give in as he ran on the k treadmill. His spine began aching more and more and he could barely feel his legs. Roman tried his best to keep on going. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself further. He was challenging himself, feeling he could do it. He had surpassed his limit from yesterday by a stretch and felt he could keep going. He believed it. The door of the gymnasium swung open and Lydia stepped in dressed in her usual gym clothes. She had a bottle of protein shake in her hand as she came in. It was time f

Roman Lacroix gritted his teeth as he held the ladder rung. He could feel his arms vibrating and his back aching. He was exhausted but he had to keep going. His black tank top was drenched in sweat and so was his face. He pulled his body forward and held the next rung hoping to push himself, but the energy just wasn’t there. Roman sighed and held onto it, trying to breathe slowly. He had chosen to do this to feel better. He had been working for days now, and pushing himself. Being here without Lydia or Ben was weird because they were always interrupting him every single time at the gymnasium. It was nice to be on his own for once and in a room filled with crowded people he didn’t know. Roman gritted his teeth and pushed himself up once more. His body responded, but his arms were on fire. He could feel them ache with each climb he made. Rock climbing at the gym had come into his mind last night. Having only thought of it recently, he couldn’t get it to his gymnasium so he had offered