I don't know why I wrote this but it's genderphobic
B) because this was for funsies this wacky character has no name
also no tag ahaha no sharing information for all to see online anymore
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Nearing the top of the hill, I blinked frantically as the cold nipped at my leather-like skin. Wave after wave, the gushes of wind grew no softer.
Branches whipped me in the face, free as a bird could be. Something he would deeply envy.
I stopped. He...they. I couldn't accept it when they first came out to me (still can't), saying all these foolish things about, well, "gender" and "sexuality."
It's all nonsense to me.
Sex is decided before you're born. There's no way hell you can change it, and if you think otherwise you're in denial.
Unfortunately, that's this whole generation. They're simply obsessed over identity, making more gender identies than I can memorize.
Euh, maybe that's a slight exaggeration.
Then again. I'd have no reason to. I'm very much satisfied with what I've come to be, thank you very much.
Hmm, but what I do remember is that they've started making a few identifications of colors…
And to that I say-"It's all in your head. Pull your head out of your a** and accept who you are." If there was no such thing as "purple gender" back then, there is to be no "purple gender" now.
Ah I do ponder, what the f*ck does it stand for again? Is it for grapes? Can you identify as a grape?
...I shouldn't be giving them ideas.
I blew hot air onto my hands, rubbing them together for warmth, relishing it. Now that I think about it, today's a hellishly cold day for autumn.
Truly not my day, I thought winter was a month away.
Then again, what did I expect? It's always freezing in this hellscape of a country.
Sad to say, I wouldn't want to be wondering anywhere else. Most likely to be shot on sight, now that everyone's blissfully aware of the crime I committed.
…
I sigh. Sometimes I'd like to take everything back.
(Insert dog name idk) woofed, tugging the leash on her end, as if to say "Like a fool would wish." I chuckled at the moment fondly, stroking my stiff glove against her head, roughing out the fur.
Hah. Haha!
The corners of my mouth contorted into a devilishly wide grin.
Everything reminds me of him.
No matter where I go, my dear child haunts me.
Even that, just right now. I used to ruffle his hair. So long ago. He would scowl then, sticking out his tongue, wouldn't he have?
...I don't know.
I'll never know.
I never had the chance to sit down at the table with him; sing Christmas carols and sip hot cocoa around the fireplace, telling stories of old times.
He...they never experienced that.
They would call me. Crying to me on the phone. Each voicemail I received hurt more than the last.
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"Dear father, I know you're really, really, really busy because you're an important businessman doing business! But erm...maybe you could come over this year-?"
"Hey Dad! Please, please come home today? I'm waiting for you at the front porch! I made extra cookies so you and Santa can share."
"D-Daddy..? I don't see you. Are you coming this Christmas? Going to make it late at night?"
"...I love you Daddy. Merry Christmas."
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I couldn't bear it. I never responded. I was never there for him. And for them to expect me to be wide open, standing out there right on the porch..? It pains me.
That was the last I heard from them.
My child went missing the next day.
It's been a year.
It was my fault they disappeared.
I should've made time for them.
But now?
Now it's too late.
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edgy edgy mf
o 637 words nice
2000 would have been better but then i'd actually commit
