three words × oneshot

And he doesn't dodge, blink or change his pose, he just continues to stare at me, maybe waiting for me to scream, for me to hit him until I can't do it anymore, for me to try to do the same: break him in half with fists, or worse, words as cold and lying as those he himself uttered.
Instead, I change my face, and let in the air all the pain I feel, all the fear that holds me back. I lean in a little more and whisper the damn three words in his ear.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 × 🏳‍🌈