𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙓𝙄𝙄𝙄

   In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, Y/n stirred from her sleep, her senses slowly coming to life. She could feel Ariana's warmth beside her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly and snuggled closely to her, burying her face in the crook of her neck as she breathed in the familiar scent of her skin. With a small smile playing on her lips, Y/n shifted slightly, adjusting to the new day. As Y/n's consciousness slowly returned, she found herself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

   They had agreed last night to finally talk things out, but now that the moment was approaching, Y/n felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. The weight of her insecurities bore down on her, threatening to suffocate her as she grappled with the fear of rejection.

   Gently extricating herself from Ariana's embrace, Y/n sat up on the edge of the bed, her mind swirling with doubts and uncertainties. The night before, when Ariana had been intoxicated and they had made their agreement, it had seemed like the right time to confront their emotions. But now, in the quiet of the morning, reality set in. How could she possibly open up about her deepest fears and insecurities ? Would Ariana understand the complexity of her identity, or would she be met with judgment and rejection ?

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. She had never been good at expressing her feelings, especially not about something as complicated as her identity. She thought about her feelings for Ariana and how much she cared for her. Ariana was kind, compassionate, and incredibly understanding. But did Y/n really know how Ariana would react to the full truth about her ?

   As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, Y/n couldn't help but replay the events of her past in her mind. She remembered the way people's voices would lower when they talked to her, the pitying tone that made her feel small and insignificant. Even now, years later, those memories still had the power to make her feel like she was on the outside looking in. They all served as painful reminders of her difference, of the ways in which she didn't quite fit in.

   As she considered their impending conversation, the familiar pang of insecurity began to gnaw at her. Y/n felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she thought about the ways she was different.

   The discovery of her physical identity— her other condition, had come as another shock, another layer of complexity to an already tumultuous life. The confusion and fear had been overwhelming at first. She had spent countless nights lying awake, grappling with the question of who she was and where she fit in. The world seemed to have no place for someone like her, someone who didn't fit neatly into the boxes society had constructed.

Some traumas never fully healed for her. That's why people have scars, after all. That's the whole point— they're markers of memories that linger. While you may move past some experience, others remain with you, always present in your mind. Sometimes, your own memories can be your greatest enemies.