parker felt nothing but serenity sitting atop of the hill. the hill.
a place he had thought he never wanted to see again. but now, it brought different memories to his head.
it made him think of stella, of how her hair looked crazy swept up in the wind, how her eyes crinkled like paper when she was really smiling, how her laugh sounded like a hyena, which was the best thing.
after parker had asked to go out in the woods, they had done so the very next day from dusk until dawn. parker's arms screamed from pushing his wheelchair across the not-so-wheelchair-friendly terrain. stella had had to push him much of the way, if he was honest.
they had stopped in a meadow, a creek trailing through it. they sat with their feet in the water, eating sandwiches for dinner.
parker had told stella he wouldn't be able to feel the water, but she just waved him off.
and maybe he was crazy, but it almost did seem like he felt a cold trickle pushing between his toes.
no one but stella existed in that moment, and parker finally felt okay. completely and irrevocably okay.
