Smoke billows from my lips as I renege on a prior promise to myself, inhaling deep drags of thick, grey smoke and exhaling puffs of regret and sorrow. Even when the cool touch of a cigarette isn't hanging from my lips, it still feels as if my lungs are suffocated by a force unknown to me. A sea of blue clouds my mind, the waters tempestuous and dark, swirling with an emotion that alludes all words.
I felt a hand slap the cigarette from my lips as I went to take another drag. Before I could utter a word in protest, I was met with the dark, stormy waters that had previously been occupying my thoughts. The white fringed waves undulated and grumbled as a storm brewed high in the heavens in both anger and disappointment. The air fled from my lungs only to be replaced by the salty taste of seawater. He didn't speak a word to me before turning and leaving me on my own, but his silence spoke louder than his words ever could have. I tried to say something, anything, but before I was given the chance, he had returned to standing expressionlessly at Marid's side. He was out of reach.
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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.
