Twitter | Evan Fong

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I spent an entire day, kneeling next to Evan in his hospital room, comforting him that everything will be okay in the end. His wounds were deep enough to receive stitches but nothing was fatal. Though I felt as if he wasn't safe any more. Not even at my house if there's so many people out there who want to hurt him.

After about three hours of talking and staying by his side, I heard a familiar voice come from the hallway, just outside the door. They chatted away with someone before ending the conversation with a very noisy kiss and stepped inside.

"Crystal!" He exclaimed as he gave me a behind hug. "It's been such a while! You remember me, right? Zacheary? The guy with the weird-spelled name?" 

"All I remember of you is your lousy, cheating ass kissin' some other bitch while we was datin'!" My voice changed to the stereotype, southern accent. Not long after shouting, I pushed him back and off of me. I wasn't up for makeup hugs from a stupid ex.

"Aw, come on, now. I know you missed me!" He tried to hug me again but I held him back.

"You keep your shitty hands away from me before I chop 'em off!" I shoved him against the wall and returned my attention to the one on the bed. He shuffled in his sleep, his tired hand resting on mine near the edge of the mattress.

"Crystal!" Zach whined out. "Come on! Admit it, you missed me! You want me back just as much as I want you back!"

I softly snorted. "You're not wrong," I told him, referring to his true 'want' of me dating him. He sadly didn't take the hint, for his arms were right back where they were. Around my torso, hugging me. "I MEAN I don't want you back because you don't want me back!"

"Wha-" He said, cutting himself off. He slowly pulled himself off.

"You don't even want me! You never wanted me, Zacheary! I'm not stupid enough to fall right back into your life knowing damn well that you'll just break my heart, over and over and over again! That poor girl out there! You don't even love her! Do you really think I'm going to make the same mistake of dating you yet again!"

He smirked. "You know you're hot when you're angry, right?" He ran his finger down my jaw and leaned in close. "I know you want me."

"I'm transgender," I said flatly.

"Welp, that's enough for me!" He pushed himself to his feet and made his way to the door. "Guess my job here is done! You don't have to date me if you don't want!" He disappeared into the hallway.

"What was that about?" Jonathan asked from my right side.

"Straight guy problems."