In Which She Was Rejected

In spite of this, prior to him being able to depart, he ensured that no one could follow him out of the room by turning all of the locks on the door to the "on" position.

Standing there in the center of his room, he suddenly punched the white walls that were closest to him, painting them red with blood as he punched them until the skin on his knuckles dangled and drips of blood escaped his body. 

He continued to punch the walls until the skin on his knuckles dangled until he had punched them until he had punched them until he had pun he proceeded to hit the walls until he had painted them crimson with blood till he had punched them until the skin on his knuckles had dangled off of them. 

He continued to punch the walls until the skin on his knuckles had dangled off of them.

On the couch was the violin, the very same violin that, in the past, had been such a source of peace and pleasure for him. After that, he threw the violin out the door, which resulted in it hitting the shiny white wall and then falling to the ground below. After that, he forced the door open as far as it could possibly go.

The violin had not suffered any kind of damage, and with the exception of a few little scratches on the surface, it was still entire and unbroken.

When he was within striking distance, he suddenly stopped, picked up the violin, grabbed it by both ends, and snapped it in two.

He didn't stop. He tried to break it up into smaller pieces by striking it, but his fist pierced right through it, and splinters started pouring into his palms as a result.

He continued to punch it two more times before hurling the broken violin against the rough wall. After that, he wheeled his wheelchair inside the room.

At that that instant, he was a guy in the position of having lost. Despite the fact that Lisa had just danced in front of him, she made it a point to bring up the prospect that he may never dance again.

He has researched other cases, and all of them and the facts he has found point to the same conclusion: he will never walk normally again.

The consensus among the several medical professionals, including surgeons and physiotherapists, whom he consulted, was that the feeling in his legs might not ever return.

He felt envy whenever he thought about how happy Lisa seemed to be. He was able to make out the grin that was on her face as well as the twinkle in her eyes. It brought back all of the happy memories from throughout his life.

Jealousy is another sign that a person's mental capacity is limited.

He was further reminded of the fact that he would never again feel joy by the fact that he was confined to a wheelchair. This served as a further depressing factor for him.

He will remain someone who is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life and is forced to observe others while he wallows in his own agony. He will never be able to escape this fate.

"No, "he spoke the words with a voice that was shaking. As he sat there, his back twisted into a ball, and his shoulders bowed down, he let forth a single tear, which was followed by another tear trickling down his face. He was nothing at all like this at all.

This is a different person altogether.

It is impossible for this to be the case for the rest of his life.

He leapt from his wheelchair, went through the chair, and continued running toward the farthest corner of the room before crashing on the ground. John sat down there, bracing himself against the brisk wall with his back against it.

John took the shawl from his shoulders and threw it away after he was through wearing it.

He declared, "That is precisely the kind of person I am." "This is the person I will continue to be even in the future." The veins in his legs had become enlarged and had taken on a color similar to steel blue underneath the surface of his skin.

They were encircled by a shadow-like, crimson-black darkness that extended below them.

The hue of his legs was paler than white, almost identical to the color of the body of a person who had passed away. As John took a look at his legs, he displayed a look that was equal parts horrified and repulsed.

The dryness in the eyes had won the battle. The atmosphere in the room was completely still, and there was not a single sound to be heard.