D͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ N͓̽e͓̽g͓̽a͓̽t͓̽i͓̽v͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ (A Logicality story)

A Kid In The Rain (Emiles PoV)

TW: mention of gender dysphoria, mild transphobia, crying, brief mention of blood

*Gasp* what's this?! An Emile chapter?!

Emile sat alone in his all to empty bedroom staring out at the night sky. He pushed up his glasses witch had started to slide down his nose, the bright stars reflecting off the thick lenses.

The man propped himself on the windowsill leaning out the window observing the street light-lit neighborhood. Soft rain pattered on the roof making noises on impact. He was thinking about his son. Despite his best efforts to get some sleep, his brain wouldn't have it. He should have done something.

He should have known.

He should have asked what was going on.

He should have seen the signs. 

He should have picked up on it.

He should have done something.

Anything.

And now his youngest son had bandages and bloody clothes to wash. He felt tears slip past the rims of his glasses letting them sit there as he started back up at the blueish black sky. He felt bad he admitted to himself. The man couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with everything. His son was being bullied. Bad. On top of that everything that's going on with Virgil and keeping up with work. It all seemed too much for a single dad to manage on his own. Then, of course, the people at work don't treat him equally, and getting paid less just adds to everything.

The bubbly man breathed out feeling stressed. Emile closed his eyes calming himself down. He listened to the soft patter of the rain accompanied by the melody of the crickets.

His hand amesly traced the scars on his upper chest. Definitely worth the money for the procedure. The care routine and phantom itches were annoying but it really helped his dysphoria. Even if his parents didn't approve. Emile leaned back in his chair looking at the clock.

2:37

He sighed to himself rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. He smiled up at the Moon witch seemed to almost smile back. He found so sort of peace with space. Space is always there. Space will never leave you. Even when you can't see its space is still there. Space is never to busy for you or has no time to listen. Space doesn't have better things to do or places to be. Space is always there.

Emile's eyes wandered along the darkened sidewalks and unlit windows. One of which was lit, and...open? Sure enough, a figure leaned out the window before ducking back in. The figure then leaned out again with what appeared to be a duffle bag slung over their shoulder. The figure climbed out the window and onto the poorly tiled roof trying not to fall onto the lawn. They then made their way down off the roof and onto the driveway. Their jacket and hair were sopping wet. Wait. That was Logan's house.

To any of my trans kiddos, you are valid. You are exactly who you are supposed to be. 

-Shattered-Starlight