A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter 28

Theres a fairly big plot hole in this chapter, but im just gonna ignore it and fix it in the next draft... whenever that happens. Enjoy the story!

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Wilders pov. 14.

I searched the next day too, and the next. I forewent classes, searching and searching. But it was as if...

As if he just...

... disappeared.

No.

Not doing that.

I know he will come back on his own, but probably still not over the fear, I know I wouldn't be. But I'm not gonna force him into it, that's just wrong. Even knowing he would come back, I was still worried... a lot.

What if he got hurt?

What if...

No.

We. Are. Not. Doing. That. Remember?

I sighed and slumped into the chair. Other people that I'm trying to reach out to will have the same fear, likely. So then... how? The more that come the more the rest feel comfortable coming too, so then...

I sat on the couch in the dorm, looking out the window as thoughts ran wild in my head.

Eventually, i settled on something. I made a list of all the genders and sexualities i could remember, and then described it as best i could. Each gender and sexuality got its own little booklet, flag(some of the flags i kinda made up bc i couldt remember the actual one, sorry people on earth). 

And in every single gender one, I wrote that gender expression and identity are two completely different things. 

In every single sexuality one, I wrote that there are more than two genders. And in every single booklet, I wrote human. Then i made copies of those booklets using magic.

Using magic, I made myself invisible, and everything I touched too(illusion magic) and snuck out, placing booklets of them all over, making sure to get one on every single teacher's desk.

Needless to say, the next morning was... interesting. Almost every teacher was either yelling or at the very least, asking who did it. One, the teacher we had for magic completely ignored it, acted as if it never happened.

That day, i couldn't focus even one piece of my mind to work, what with worrying out of my mind for ellio and missing him, and playing around and coming up with ideas for the protests, as well as trying to remember any gender or secualities i did not remember the first time.

You know, I don't think my marks are gonna be too good this term.

Needless to say, my booklets were almost the only thing talked about at lunch. I mean, who would do it? It would be going directly against the king himself. They also sparked many conversations such as, theres things other than just gay and trans? Or, it was all made up. Things like that.

I smiled into my spaghetti like lunch grimly, I had my goal of an impact, but not how i wanted it. I wanted this to happen with Ellio by my side.  

It felt so... void without him there across the table.