Dom, the cutest guy i'd ever seen. He made me feel short of breath when we were in the same roo, he made me want to breakup with my current boyfriend. And so, I did. But, I carried all too much baggage. Too many secrets, that if revealed, would absoloutely kill me. I couldn't even think about telling them, my other friends. So i tried to keep them to myself. I sat alone in my room in the evening and dreamed about killing myself, or worse. But I couldn't talk to him.
Then, he talked to me. And a lost my god damned marbles. I couldn't even move or breathe, i couldn't do anything. I just sat there, head over heels in love. All i did for the rest of the day was think about him. He was my prime objective.
So, 3 months later, I joined wattpad. And read a story about my otp, septiplier. It made me so freking depressed, that i almost killed myself. in the middle of class. My boyfriend was totaly against transgenders, and my biggest secret, I used to be one. I didn't know if I should tell him, or bottle up my secrets like always.
To Be Continued...
