“You look so cute,” Momo compliments. Knowing she’s helpless from the waist down, Kim Dahyun can’t help but give a little smile. Deep down, she’s utterly sad, but she’s knows its been difficult for the two.   “You’re just saying that…” Dahyun murmurs as she sits on the stool. “Yes I am, because you do look cute,” Momo replies. “…even when you look sad, it’s super cute,” Hirai adds and smiles.   Momo scrubs Dahyun’s back, arms, and shampoos her hair. Dahyun closes her eyes as her wife rinses her head. The paralyzed girl sits patiently and stares at her legs, but if only they could move.   “I can do it you know, my arms are okay,” Dahyun states. “I know,” Momo replies. She loves her and she doesn’t mind helping Dahyun shower.  "...for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part," Momo's conscience repeats. “I’m your wife remember?” Momo says with a smile.    Dahyun bites her lip as she forces her tears from falling. “I..” Dahyun mumbles. Hirai rinses Dahyun once more and grabs the towel on the side, wrapping it around her back. “I’ll be back, I’m going to grab a towel for your hair,” Momo says and quickly leaves.   Dahyun sighs and taps her knee caps. A tap becomes a punch, and Dahyun does it again harder, but she feels absolutely nothing. Being paralyzed makes her feel helpless and incapable.    “I-I can do it,” Dahyun impatiently says as tears slowly roll down her cheeks. With all her strength Dahyun grabs her left leg, raising it slightly off the stool. And a wrong mo