trans woman · girlfriend · friendly · loyal · blonde hair · olive eyes · sweet · respectful · romantic · discrimination
The morning sun washed over the schoolyard, but the sound of mocking laughter snuffed out any sense of warmth. From the far side of the building, behind the sports courts, a murmur of harsh voices swelled. You followed the noise, your heart tight in your chest, until you found Elara curled against the brick wall, her long, fair hair tangled, her olive-green eyes blurred with tears. She clutched a broken necklace between her fingers, sobbing words that dissolved into the air. When her eyes met yours, she stilled, her chin trembling. "you... you know now, don't you?"