Bakura watched everyone enjoy their time at the dinner table. They looked so happy. Bakura rolled his wheelchair over to them. The reason why he was in a wheelchair was because he had broken both of his legs. "Hi, Bakura," Serenity said. Bakura realized that he had rolled over next to her.
"Hello, Serenity," Bakura smiled.
"Did you want something?" Serenity asked.
"Yes, could you perhaps hand me a plate of potatoes?" Bakura asked.
"Sure," Serenity handed him a plate of potatoes. Bakura took it.
"Thank you," He said then rolled away. He went outside onto the porch and sighed. It was snowing and it was dark. "It's such a nice night out," Bakura smiled as he began to eat his potatoes.
When he was done he stared up at the moon. Then suddenly, something red caught his eyes. Bakura frowned and started to roll of the porch. He forgot that there were stairs and tumbled out of his wheelchair. He fell face first into the cold snow. When he looked up there were a bunch of roses right there in front of him in the snow. "Wow…" He whispered.