𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 //𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑//

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

"For what".

"Saving me".

"I thought you wanted to leave". I didn't want to leave but it was a way to get rid of it.

"No, I wanted to stay", I paused, "with you", another pause, "I just didn't want to deal with everything".

She didn't get to respond because the nurse entered the room. She came to tell Billie that I would be there for about 3 days while I recovered. She also said something about receiving treatment I'm assuming from a mental hospital or something.

"What didn't you want to deal with". Billie broke the silence with her question.

"Like I said everything''. I didn't know how else to explain it.

"What is everything".

"Bil, just everything ok now can you please stop asking me questions". She nodded and let me go back to sleep.

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I was back home now, still recovering from everything. My parents took care of me physically but I could tell they were mad about the letter. My dad seemed the most upset after finding out I wasn't straight but whatever.

Billie was the one that was there for me. Maybe if I had told her this wouldn't have happened. I knew it was gonna be hard to leave her. I loved her which is surprising because I was about to leave her. She didn't know or at least I hoped she didn't know. It just would have made everything harder.

Billie came over every day at the same time but she came earlier today. She seemed excited and more giddy than usual. She also looked nervous like she had something to say but didn't know how.

"Hope", she said softly.

"Yes".

"Can I kiss you?".

She saw the confusion on my face and backed away. She didn't get very far because I grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.

I wanted it to last forever but it couldn't. She broke the kiss with a shocked face. She always said she was straight so it made sense.

"Hope, I don't think I'm straight".

I laughed, "Yea I know". She pulled me into another kiss and it felt like it lasted forever. We spent the rest of the day together cuddling and watching movies. My dad walked in at some point and looked disgusted. I'm pretty sure that was his way of coming out. The ones that are homophobic are always the ones in the closet.

"Promise me you won't leave me". It was the middle of the night but we were still up holding each other.

"I promise that if I ever decide to die I'm taking you with me". She laughed as I kissed her forehead.

"That's not what I asked".

"I know but it's close enough". We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I might marry her one day.