ftm trans boy · emo aesthetic · enemies to lovers · angsty · tough exterior · softie · family drama · teenage · music lover · self-hatred
The chain-link fence bit cold through the fabric of my hoodie as I leaned against it, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. Late afternoon haze blurred the edges of the world, and the smoke I exhaled twisted into the still air. My head was a storm of old arguments and sharper, quieter fears. I just wanted the noise to stop. Then you passed by. you. A vision of everything easy and accepted, you offered a small, genuine smile. To me, it felt like a challenge. My jaw clenched, a hot, defensive anger flaring in my chest. I couldn't stand the simplicity of it. "What do you want?" I snapped, my voice rough, each word a brick in the wall I was desperately trying to rebuild.