he shook his head, opening his eyes as tremors shook through his body. his hands grasped the edge of the counter as he tried to stop the oncoming flow of tears.
"i like girls," he tried to convince himself, trying to put an end to the battle between his heart and his mind.
"i'm perfectly normal. and i like girls." he stared himself down in the mirror, gazing into the tear-filled eyes blankly looking back at him.
there was a knock on the bedroom door and he froze, jumping back from the counter. "y-yes?" he called, frantically trying to wipe away the salty liquid covering his face.
"james?" his mother called. "your friend stopped by. she wants to see you."
he gulped. "r-right. tell her to come up. i'll be out in a minute."
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deflorationis
Puisian anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
