I watch as Amir laughs with Marid, a feeling of jealousy manifesting within me. I know I've talked about how I'm afraid of Marid, but it still feels wrong to watch him and Amir interact as best friends. Part of me wishes I could have that kind of relationship; I haven't laughed like that in so long. Sometimes Amir catches me staring and gives me a look of pity which only irritates me even more. Does he really think I'm that weak? So weak that I deserve to be pitied? I understand that I shouldn't be staring with a look of resentment on my face, but I can't help it. I don't need his pity, and I don't need him.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
