|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...
Remember the day you gave me Stella? You were lining my best features with golden highlight and whispered how pretty I looked. Whispered how odd it was to see a guy all dolled up like this. It made you feel more at ease to give me a made up name.
Your lovely greys sparkled as you looked into my own pale hued browns. You said I had the stars in my eyes and I was grateful for the makeup caking my face. There was no way you'd see the heat flushing my cheeks.
Stella, you murmured. After your Italian grandma.
Stella, I repeated. After the one who was the real me.
You gave me Stella too, Bronte. And if I'm being honest, out of everyone I'm writing to, you're probably the least guilty. You're probably the most innocent. You never meant to harm me the way you did.
But that's religion for you, I guess. It ruins everything. Just like it ruined you and me.
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