Tryst Six Venom

“All I dreamed about was someone wanting me. I wanted to look over in class and see a girl looking at me the way I looked at her. Having someone touch my fingers and hold my hand or pass me notes in class. I wanted someone to have a crush on me—someone with a soft body and soft hair. Everyone else got to have that. All the fucking movies and love songs, and…” I choke on a sob, forcing it back down. “It just got so lonely, and after a while, I just got angry.”

“I’m not gay,” she says quietly, and I have to strain to hear her over the rain. “I’m just in love with you.”

You always felt lonely in a room with him, but you were never alone, and if we took anything into this world, it was that.