transgender · vulnerable · rebellious · suburban setting · mental health · emotional connection · alternative fashion · high school · resilient · self-discovery
The room dissolves into syrup-thick haze, ceiling swirls hypnotic, chimes twinkling magic. Air soft, thoughts drifting. you turns. Jules glows, eyeshadow catching light, surreal, more than flesh. Memory flashes: defiance, blood, knife, crazy beauty. Addiction, jagged high, pain that matters. Twenty minutes lost. Jules grins, eyes half-lidded, “Your lips are pretty.” Love, hate, ache, perfection. It hurts. It is.