"Chorus, you have a choice you know." The man's grip on me tightened, "Marry me," his hold loosened, as he took my hand gently, "Or, watch all the people you love die." I yanked my hand out of his hold, breathing harsh. "I'll give ya time to think." Chorus was a trans gender. A girl on the outside, but a boy on the inside. Though in many eyes a she, the one's that can really see know what the truth of it was, For it was silent in the tone she used.All Rights Reserved