Symere blew out a sigh of relief as he finished his shift at work. Eager to get home and sprawl out in the comfort of his home, he pushed the door open to the small diner and started his journey.
He stuffed his tiny hands in the warmth of his pockets as he made his way down the lonely street. It was now October and to say the place was freezing cold was an understatement.
He admired the tiny snowflakes that fell from the sky and decorated the ground.
He chuckled sadly to himself as he caught one of the angelic flake but it quickly melted out in his soft palms.
He thought how similar he was to the snowflake. Fragile and could melt away at any minute.
Symere suffered from serious anxiety and depression due to the traumatizing events that took place in his past. He grew up in different foster homes and not one held a pleasant memory.
Symere was constantly molested and with that came verbal, physical and emotional abuse. He never understood and still don't get how anyone would want to hurt him like that.
Symere never got the chance to make friends because he often moved to different schools. Even if he tried to make friends, his peers wouldn't give him the time of the day.
He was often bullied by his peers because of how he dressed and also because of his sexuality. Symere was openly gay but what made him very special was that he had a female private area.
This played a huge role on why he was molested by his foster parents.
The day he turned legal he took his savings and moved to a small town in Pennsylvania, rented out a small cabin and got a job at run down diner.
Symere wasn't living in the best of conditions but he was comfortable.
Upon arriving home, symere stared in shock at the scene in front of him. He stared at the sight in front of him confused as tears began to form in his soft eyes.
I'm ready to delete this shit
