Although I don't have work today, I still find myself sauntering through the doors of the ice rink, my eyes immediately were drawn to a starry-eyed blond standing alone behind the drab counter of the skate rental booth. His usual smile is downturned into a harsh line and I can't help but wonder what thoughts are swimming through his head. I hope he's okay. I grab his attention by uttering a greeting, my voice small in hopes of not bothering him, his eyes regaining life upon noticing me. Or I like to think so, at least.
He seemed surprised that I'd come to see him, an endearing smile curling at his lips as he spoke fondly of how he missed me. I bit my lip in embarrassment, how could he say such things so casually? I suppose in America the men are much more open with their sentiments than they are in Saudi. Nonetheless, I bit back my embarrassment and outstretched my hands, offering Amir a warm cup of coffee like he'd done for me many times before.
A broad smile curled at his cherry lips and spurred a small, bashful one of my own, heat pooling in my cheeks to hide the light dust of freckles that washed over my nose. He thanked me profusely, saying this was the best present he'd received so far, and I couldn't help the pride that swelled in my chest. On the cup in curled, fancy lettering were the words "Happy Birthday," words I'd practiced writing in English for days on end. Seeing his smile made the work I'd put in all worth it.
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//Crying because I didn't realize I made Amir's birthday on the day of the Pulse Nightclub shooting (this is set a year before it happened). Still, rest in peace to the victims, you dwell within the hearts of many.
~Christy <3
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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.
