"I swear to God Zane, if you keep tapping your foot against that chair I'm going to ask the surgeon to cut it off."
All I do to her responses laugh. I laugh a laugh that is deeper than the one I had when I was seventeen. Grace and I just celebrated my 4 year anniversary on testosterone and her gift to me was my doctor's confirmation of my top surgery. It's something that I've wanted for years and now sitting in the office with a hospital gown on and incision marks drawn on my soon to be gone breasts is quite intimidating.
"Zane Lawrence." the doctor says while opening up the door, "They're ready for you in there."
I grab Grace's hand one last time and give her a kiss goodbye. She still holds my hand and helps me out of the chair as they lead me to a room where they're going to prep me for surgery.
Every single wall is white, pure and untouched. I lay down in a bed and the anesthesiologist injects some sort of chemical that will keep me calm. Grace sit by my side the entire time and the doctors instruct me to begin counting from 10 to 0. Instead, I begin talking to her.
"There are a few journals in the nightstand drawer." I say is everything surrounding me begins to fade,"Read them...I'm finally ready to let you."
And as my vision goes black, Grace nods and squeezes my hand, "Okay, I love you Zane."
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionGrace's life is normal. She has lived seventeen years of her life as the type-A girl with perfect grades and adoration from her parents. She has everything in the palm of her hand and doesn't want that to change. Zane has a secret. He is on the run...
