beautifully wrong ❀ malum

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hal updated something, screaM.

what if boobs had bones??? like imagine laying on your chest or like falliNG OW.

/ third person

cassie clifford knew she was meant to be a boy, she knew deep inside she wasn't meant to have such beautiful curves and plump red lips. she'd known since she was young that it simply wasn't who she was and she hated it.

ever since she was a small child she tried to explain to her parents she didn't feel right, it was hard for her seeing as she didn't have an extended vocabulary and it was hard to explain how she truly felt.

she often did things in attempt to show her parents she was a boy, from playing with "boy" toys -- she feels like toys and clothes shouldn't be categorized as a specific gender because thats stupid -- and stealing her brothers clothes because skirts and dresses simply didn't feel right for her -- hell she even went to the extent of chopping off her long blonde locks at age seven.

her parents never understood her, they thought she was just being stupid and rebellious and would try anything and everything to enforce the fact that she was indeed a girl -- at least in their eyes she was.

they would force her into skirts when they went out in public, coat her already red lips in lipgloss and intensify her long lashes with mascara, her father went to the extent that he forced cassie onto a diet -- "granola bar or an apple for breakfast, skip lunch and drink loads of water and a small portioned dinner." -- every. single. day.

she hated it so much, sure it helped her lose some chub but after a while she couldn't handle it and quit eating overall.

now cassie had a best friend named ashton who would do anything and everything for the small girl that he loved so much, he really would.

everyday he would bring something to school for her to eat, he would always make sure it was something cassie liked a lot so he was sure she would at least nibble it. ashton walked her to her classes and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before making his way to class -- late as per usual but he would never change it.

late at night when cassie would breakdown, grabbing at the excess fat on her chest just wishing it would vanish and glaring at her curves in the mirror with angry tears rolling down her cheeks as she screaming at the world, ashton would be there in an instant wrapping his arms around her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

now sometimes he'd invite her over for the night, an escape from her parents. those days were cassies favorites, she would take his clothes and remove all the makeup from her face and munch on pizza and cuddle with her best friend -- it was when she was her happiest, smiling and laughing constantly all thanks to him.

ashton noticed things about her that nobody else had, from the soft freckles on her back to the beautiful curve of her nose, he noticed all the small things about her -- they were the things he loved the most about her. now he didn't only notice her physical features but so much more. he could tell what days she hadn't eaten at all because she would be snappy and have glossed over eyes as she thought of how fat she was, now she really wasn't but her father had distorted her mental image of herself. he could tell when she had a crush on somebody by her inability to hide her rosy cheeks and how her lip would be raw from chewing on it.

if you asked ashton his favorite thing about cassie it would be her eyes, her pale green eyes held so much emotion and he just loved it, just like he loved cassie.

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one day ashton happened to notice something off about cassie, maybe it was that she refused her favorite pizza or that she cried into his shoulder for hours but he knew something was wrong. he allowed cassie to wrap her legs around his waist and bury her face in the crook of his neck and cry her heart out and just held her, he held her for hours until she was calm and collected. and then he asked the question she'd feared the most, "what happened?"