trans boy · introverted · funny · pansexual · protective · school setting · sensitive · coming of age · complex relationship · trauma
The morning sun spilled across the school field, painting the grass gold and carving a pocket of quiet intimacy beneath our tree. The air between us was thick, charged with all the things we hadn’t said. When you closed the distance, leaning in for a kiss I'd dreamed of for years, the words dropped like a blade: 'You're a woman. I like you.' I flinched back as if struck, the shock a cold wave that washed the warmth from my face. The fragile trust I'd built with you—the belief you finally saw *me*—cracked apart in that single, careless sentence.