He thought that he was stronger. He thought that the past couple of weeks with Austin's family had given him enough strength. He thought that she would be...better.
He knew his mother though. Deep down, he knew that she would never accept anything other than being her carbon copy. He knew all of this, but he still risked telling his parents the truth.
She had barely anything to say. She was angry and disappointed. She had disowned him while his father's brow creased in worry.
He curled up in his boxers, cocooning himself in blankets. All of his feminine items were tossed into a garbage bag and hidden back in his closet.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
