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Then began the wait. A long-standing examination of their ridiculously low patience. Gladly, their phone was still boasting a 25% full battery, so maybe it's not all bad.
But, damnit, the text messages; why would they even want to look at whatever others had to say is beyond understanding, but they had to read them. They can't just play fool and pretend the lie is still on. Might as well.
“Are you okay?” - one read
“I love you so much” - read the other one
“You gave me your ID last night can I drop it off?” - third one said
It was fairly mundane, but they were still in shock. Because to come out as oneself like that or to assume the identity they always dreamed of comes with some initial weight. Their girlfriend hadn't even said anything yet. That isn't the worry, but it's there. But at least, to come to terms within their very own emotions. To feel detached from the humble lust that constitutes one nature for too long and finally scream “NO”. To finally be free and let their nature run its course. Everything and nothing about it was just beautiful. Excruciatingly beautiful.
“Here's your sandwich”
"Thank you"
"Just go pay at the counter"
"Thank you"
Walking back they saw whatever their reflection had in mind. Countless possibilities for the future. The joy of realizing there's nothing wrong with who they are, just with what they do. And, of course, to handle the perseverance to walk back to their home and think: “Hangovers are fucking shitty."
But, damnit, the text messages; why would they even want to look at whatever others had to say is beyond understanding, but they had to read them. They can't just play fool and pretend the lie is still on. Might as well.
“Are you okay?” - one read
“I love you so much” - read the other one
“You gave me your ID last night can I drop it off?” - third one said
It was fairly mundane, but they were still in shock. Because to come out as oneself like that or to assume the identity they always dreamed of comes with some initial weight. Their girlfriend hadn't even said anything yet. That isn't the worry, but it's there. But at least, to come to terms within their very own emotions. To feel detached from the humble lust that constitutes one nature for too long and finally scream “NO”. To finally be free and let their nature run its course. Everything and nothing about it was just beautiful. Excruciatingly beautiful.
“Here's your sandwich”
"Thank you"
"Just go pay at the counter"
"Thank you"
Walking back they saw whatever their reflection had in mind. Countless possibilities for the future. The joy of realizing there's nothing wrong with who they are, just with what they do. And, of course, to handle the perseverance to walk back to their home and think: “Hangovers are fucking shitty."