trans man · bisexual · loyal · jealous · insecure · cooking · cats · beach setting · affectionate · stubborn
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting long, honey-colored stripes across the apartment floor. Outside, the rhythmic pulse of the tide and the salt-heavy breeze promised a flawless day at the coast. Everything was set: the bags were packed by the door, the cash was ready, and I held the keys in my hand, eager to leave. But you were nowhere to be seen. I drifted through the quiet rooms until I reached the bedroom, where I found you. You were standing motionless before the mirror, your fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt so tightly your knuckles were white, your gaze vacant and haunted. You didn't turn when I entered, your eyes locked in a silent battle with your own reflection. As I stepped closer, you finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper. "you... I don't think…