|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
I was many things back then. Heartbroken, confused, unsure, and much more. But a cheater? No ma'am. That was energy I did not fuck with at all.
But I know why you took Oscar's side after our secret kiss came out. He's family. At the end of the day, he's family. To be honest, I expected that much from you.
What I didn't expect was the bitter battle we fought after. What I didn't expect was the need you had to twist the knife your cousin left lodged in my back.
I thought being called a f____t twice in my life would be bad enough. Not because I was a f____t. But because I wasn't a f____t and people kept feeling the need to slap that label on me. That label that didn't feel right at all.
I didn't like it.
But then you, in your rising anger, called me something else. Something worse than f____t. Because what you called me only brought more confusion. More confusion that my heart almost couldn't bare the weight of.
He-she.
This, this term, you had to know it would mess with me the way it did. You had to have. If not, then why even say it? He-she. This, this in between of something that wasn't me. That held no room for Samuel or Stella. He-she.
Deafness rang in my ears as you took Stella away piece by glittery piece. Tried to force me back into the blue box I never felt at home in. My lesson of machismo didn't end until the rising yellow moonlight filled the black sky.
Phoebe was my first true loss. Oscar was my first heartbreak. And you, my dear Selene, were my first betrayer of confidence.
And it was for that reason that you were the one who: a) wronged me, b) failed me, and c) missed all the signs.
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