When Amir came back to the ice rink, I could feel the unfamiliar flame of excitement ignite in my stomach. He runs his hand through his golden tresses as he turns to face me, casually giving a small wave in my direction with a loose smile tugging at his lips. I watch him walk toward the skate counter in a stupor as nerves suddenly wrack my body, but once the nerves subside, I'm left with a bitter feeling of disappointment--he was walking towards the bathroom, not me.
I hate myself for feeling nervous at the mere sight of him. It's probably because he's so suave and popular while I'm merely an anxiety-ridden loser. As my mind slips into a coma of self-hatred, I disassociate myself from the world around me, people becoming blurs while my negative thoughts become my only focus. I must've been too consumed by my thoughts to notice, but when I snapped back into reality, an iced coffee was placed on the counter in front of me. It had written my name in English with a cute smiley face drawn next to it, so I knew Amir had brought it for me. I hope he comes back soon.
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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.
