Dreams {Phan}

chapter 1

(AN I'm bored, that's the only reason I'm writing this)
(Warnings: self harm mentoins)

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I've always liked light colours, always.
That's all I wear now, pastel pinks, blues, greens and yellows.
I also freaking love flowers, especially flower crowns.
I love them a little to much, like it's pretty much an addiction now.
I always wear them, I have a draw full of them.
I've even lost count of how many. I have at least thirty four, I think. Probably more to be honest.

So when I got dressed in my white skinny jeans and oversized pastel green jumper with my matching flower crown, no one was ever suprised.

I walked threw this small town that I have come to know.
I have lived here for little over a year now.
I moved to get a new job and a better future even if I only work in a café. I really just wanted to get away from my family.
They are all homophobic, apart from my mum, my mum is chill.

See I'm gay, if you didn't already geuss, and when I told my mum. She was totally fine with it, she new dad wouldn't take it well and so did I. So i wasn't going to tell him, at least until I moved out.
I was sixteen at the time.

I told my brother a month after I told my mum, I thought I could trust him. We were really close. We always were.
We would practically tell each other everything.
But when I told him, he didn't exactly take it well.
Long story short he just told my dad as soon as he got home from work.  I ended up crying myself to sleep that night with fresh cuts along my arms.

So yeah I moved here to get away from it all basically.
I would love to say that I enjoy it here and my life has been better then ever, but it isn't really.
Since I've moved here I've been really lonely, My only friend is Louise and she's my boss at the cafe I work at.

Speaking of cafe, I arrive early with 5 minutes to spare but I still put on my apron and go to stand behind the till to see who my first costomer will be. Even thought I kind of know who my first costumer is.

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