I always knew I was different. No one's life is ever crystal clear and perfect, untainted by the contamination of human flaw. Sometimes a life can get close to that perfection, but is that even happiness? I wouldn't know. My life has been a mess for a long time; so far from crystal clear that it's completely opaque with my misfortune and hardships. Seventeen years of poison. My parents were my age when I was born. It was a controversy in my small town, and trust me when I say that I match to that controversy set before me. Of course, the teen parents raised a homosexual child.
"He's wrong."
"It's a shame he grew up with irresponsible parents."
"No wonder he turned out the way he is."
"He's a disgrace."
My parents loved each other and they loved me, but it didn't matter according to the judgmental glares that line the hallways of an overfull but incredibly empty high school or the quiet whispers in the well stocked but barren isles of the grocery store. So full of what's expected, yet so dry of any individuality and independent thought. My whole life I had been conditioned to think that my thoughts and actions were worth less than my peers . . . until I met him.
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Submerged
FanfictionThis is technically a phan fiction (Dan and Phil) but it can really be applied to any gay ship with some name changes and pronoun shifts. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy; Submerged.
