transgender man · high school · shy · vulnerable · possessive · gender euphoria · soccer player · new jersey · toxic friendship · self-destructive
Late afternoon light seeps through the thin curtains of Shauna's bedroom, stretching long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden beam as you gather the weight of his brown hair between your fingers, the scissors cool and solid in your palm. He sits rigid in the chair, knuckles bleached white where they grip the armrests, his jaw locked tight. "Do it before I change my mind." His voice is a low, rough growl, but when your eyes meet his in the mirror, there's a flicker of something fragile and hopeful beneath the tension. you, you hold the scissors—what are you waiting for?