|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
Never again did I think I'd be making bracelets with Feebs again. But there we were. The three of us weaving circles of blues, pinks, and black. They were for you, Page, and all your nonbinary friends. Using all the colors that you used to be. Embracing them with the color that you were always meant to be.
Black. Page, you guys had always been black. Nonbinary. They.
Page, I was in awe of you in the same way I was in awe of Dove. Your strength was so similar. Power so steady. You were they, Page. You were always so unapologetically they.
We three wove those bracelets into the early morning hours after the night of my assault. You, me, and Feebs dressed in shirts too big and baggy boxers because they always made you feel cute. I understood. Baggy men's clothes always made me feel cute too.
Feebs' apartment was so far away. I knew you were closer to the hospital and even though I didn't know you well enough, I hoped that you'd pick up. I hoped that you'd let us stay the night.
Looking back on it now, I laugh. You let me stay the night. The next day. The next couple of weeks. And the remaining eight months of my gap year too.
Page, your heart's always been so big!
I adore that night and the morning of us three. When we first arrived and you accepted the situation with no question.
Told me to bathe with the light dimmed to a dark grey so that I wouldn't be bothered by the anatomy down South that made my heart ache with everything I had. You gave me darkness so that I couldn't see my flat chest; the very one I wanted to protrude with a suppleness I knew I'd never naturally have.
You were always so educated, Page. About all nonbinary, trans, and every LGBTQ+ thing. You always knew what to say and always knew what to do. It makes my heart swell to see you still helping the LGBTQ+ youth.
Page Redbird, the best LGBTQ+ counselor in my opinion.
Feebs and I were your first unwitting students on that fateful day.
You, explaining me to Feebs and me understanding more about me. You, making cocoa with whipped cream while Feebs worked two perfect braids into my black hair. Leaving wisps outside to frame my round face. You, chastising the two of us for our past actions.
Feebs never had the right to call me that word. Page, you gave her the courage to apologize for something that'd pained her for all those years.
I never had the right to toy with Selene like that. I never should've dated her when I knew I didn't like her. I never had the right to flirt with any of those girls just to make myself feel better.
Finding the right gender identity was no excuse to hurt others in the process.
You made me realize that, Page. You made me see. I needed to be called out on my flaws. Stella needed to understand all the wrong that Samuel had done to get to her.
There we were. The three of us weaving circles of blues, pinks, and black. Learning about the past to be better prepared for the future.
Our future.
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