I cant live like this.

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//my local cafe is giving me free cookies omg I love coffee house//

Evan says he likes my hair.

He also learned I play guitar.

He's inviting me on his next concert.

I've been happier than ever, now that everyone calls me ash.

-

It's concert day.

"You get prettier every time, Autumn." He stops "ash", his eyes looking me up and down.

My heart flutters and butterflies fill my stomach,

"I thought you didn't like my concert outfits?" I say looking down and fixing my dress by my knees.

I know I'm basically a boy now but, I don't anyone else to know that.

"Well.... I've had a Change in heart." He says.

"Well in that case, green or black jewelry?" I say.

"Both." We say, together.

-

We both had a great time.

I still enjoy dressing feminine, sometimes.

We played my favorite song, "where'd you come from?"

It makes me happy he put that on the set list, for me.

Everyone in the crowd enjoyed.

At least, I hope so.

Evan tells me he loves me, often.

I feel as though he's lying.

His eyes don't look the same, when he says it.

His eyes don't glow the same, when he looks at me.

I hadn't realized, till now.

Am i the problem?

Maybe I just didn't realize I was doing something wrong?

Whatever, I'll talk to Evan, someday.

-

"Hey, ash?" Evan says.

All of a sudden, I don't like the name.

"Yes?" I say.

We are sitting on a park bench.

No one is here, except the beautiful bees, and the flowers.

"Can we talk?" He looks distressed.

It makes me distressed.

"Yeah, anything, Ev." A rush goes through my body.

I have a terrible feeling, I wanna throw up.

"I don't want you to take this personally," he sighs.

Shit.

This is the end.

He struggles to get some words out, "you didn't do anything wrong, I just..."

"You wanna break up with me." I say, tears start to form in my eyes.

He doesn't speak.

I don't either.

I don't know what to say.

"I'm so sor-" I interrupt him.

"No, it's fine." I say, "I guess this is.. goodbye, Evan."

A tear rolls down my face.

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