blue neighbourhood

s e v e n

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You accepted yourself for who you are, something I was never able to do. I knew you liked me - loved, even - but I couldn't bring myself to accept that part of myself. I wanted to make him proud. I wanted him to love me, and I thought that he wouldn't have if he knew. It turns out that part was right, I suppose. I'm sorry.

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so what are you waiting for

'cause someone could love you more

i'm just a l o s t b o y~

s e v e n

"They're legalising civil partnerships now," dad grumbled into his coffee one morning in May. I'd turned thirteen a few months ago, and Tristan's thirteenth birthday was in a few weeks.

He'd spent the night, and we were both half asleep and in pyjamas at the kitchen table. I looked up at dad.

"What's that?" I asked.

"They're giving bloody gays more and more leash," he said. "What's the world coming to?"

Tristan demurely drank his water.

"It's not such a bad thing," I said.

Dad gave me a look. I shut up.

"It's unnatural, that's what it is," he said. "A man's rightful partner is a woman."

Tristan drank more water.

I squeezed his hand under the table.