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Hi my name is Charlie. I'm 23 and use they/them pronouns. You may wonder why I'm talking to you instead of letting you figure out this information on your own. It's because I think it's more convenient so you don't have all those questions.
I go to work at the local Walmart. I see my friend Kenny also restocking. "Hey Charlie! Have you seen anybody you're interested in?" He asks me as he puts a few can of olives on the shelf.
"No I haven't. I guess everyone is ugly, no offense." Kenny is tall, skinny, with brown hair. He has kind brown eyes and a sweet laugh.
"Maybe to you, but you know that cashier in checkout 5? He is so hot! Or that really cute movie theater cashier? I think her name was Stacy."
I roll my eyes, "Kenny you're having another pansexual panic, relax."
"Charlie you don't understand-"
"I really don't-"
"There's so many hot people in the world! Try opening your eyes to the possibility."
"I'm fine with being by myself. I don't want to date someone if I only see them as a friend." We continue talking but about different subjects. Our dream places to live (New York), what our dream jobs are (Kenny wants to be an author but I want to be an actor), work drama, just stuff like that.
I come home to my small two bedroom apartment. I say hello to my bearded dragon and feed her. At one point I see a bright light that looks like a doorway, and like any charecter in a horror movie, I walk though it.
I'm in a pink bedroom with stuffed animals everywhere. There's a tower fan in the corner as well as a night light. Great I'm in a little girl's room and not in my little cozy apartment. I see a ginger teenager approaching and get in the closet to hide. Ironic, I know. It's very difficult to fit because this is more of a tiny storage area with clothes, than a closet.
I hear the child listening to music and aggressively typing on a tablet. I accidentally end up falling out after I trip on a gift bag.
The child looks at me and I look at them, both bewildered and terrified. They clear their throat, "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I went through a portal and then poof, here I am. I'm sorry please don't call the cops or anything I'll leave and find my house," I beg of this teenager.
"No you don't have to leave. I'll help you get home Charlie."
"How do you know my name?"
"I wasn't sure it was you if I'm being honest. I should describe charecters more often and better, but no that takes too much work."
"You didn't answer my question. How do you know my name?" I ask again.
"I don't really know how to say this, but I created you. You are a figment of my imagination in digital copies. I know every single thing about you. Would you like examples?"
"I don't believe you. You're crazy!"
"Your best friend is your coworker Kenny [enter last name here] who is pansexual and the same age as you. He dreams of being an author -a little bit on the nose of your origin I know right- but after his parents got into that car accident in 2020 that killed his mom and gave his dad paralysis, he spends almost all of his free time taking care of him. He has so many crushes yet he doesn't pursue them, not because of fear, but because he worries what will happen to his dad if he's not there for him."
"That doesn't mean you know everything about me. It just means you stalk Kenny," I say desperately trying to escape the lies of this witch.
"Your parents got divorced when you were 6. You spent all your time with your wicked mother who manipulated you constantly. You longed to be with your father, but the court always rules in favor of the mothers, no matter how kind or mean they are. You dream of being an actor -same bestie- but you can't afford moving to New York or Hollywood so you feel hopless. Not to mention you've never gotten a single lead role in your life at community theater. Now you work such long shifts at Walmart that it's difficult for you to pursue your dreams even at community theaters that don't pay you a single penny. Does that sound like your life story in a nutshell?"
"Why? Why did you give me such a tragic backstory? Do you know how much I suffered? You are a horrible person!"
"It adds the spice to all good books. Readers love seeing the main charecter struggle, then overcome the odds and win."
"If you give me a happy story I'll worship you. Not just a happy ending but no drama at all. Pure joy everywhere I go." I try to bargain with this child.
"That's life though. There's pain and misery through every twist and turn. I know you're having a rough life, but at least you'll get a happy ending eventually. I have no clue what the fates hold in store for me. At least I've never written anything about the current life events of the pandemic and the wars and political stuff that I don't completely understand."
"It's just so difficult for me. Can't I have something going for me? Can I pursue my dreams? Am I doomed to work at the grocery store until I die? Is it even worth it?" I cry and they hand me a tissue.
"It's going to be ok, I promise I will give you a happy ending, eventually. You just have to go through the rough stuff for a little bit longer to get your happily ever after."
"Thank you. I don't really know what came over me back there. Wasn't that the rive stages of grief?"
"Yup. Do you feel any better now?"
"Actually I do, strange child that loves watching me suffer."
"Sorry about that. Also my name is Alex and it's nice to meet you in person Charlie," the child says to me.
"Thank you. It's nice meeting you Alex. I have a question, actually multiple."
"I owe you answers so hit me."
"Are you trans? I'm only asking because there's papers in here that imply you use a different name," I look around the room seeing their good grade congratulation papers in frames hung up on the wall.
"Yeah. I use they/them pronouns just like you."
"That's so cool! And who am I attracted to? I haven't met anyone I'm interested in yet and I'm getting a little worried that I'll never find anyone to love like that."
"You are aromantic acesexual. You don't feel romantic or sexual attraction towards anyone, so don't stress about it. You're a really cool person and you don't need another person to be happy besides your friends and pets."
"That is actually really cool. Do you know anyone like that?" I ask Alex.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure I am, and my best friend is ace."
"Cool. And have you written any other stories?"
"Yeah. Would you like to read them?"
"Of course! I have to see who has it worse than me." I say so they let me read all of their stories. Some of them are 30 pages, while others are barely one page. There are multiple enemies to lovers ones, but there are some that are completely cute and wholesome.
"Hey Alex?" I ask them
"Yeah Charlie?"
"Can I write my own story? Please? It'll be less work for you and I can make sure I get a happy story and everything I want."
"No."
"But-"
"No it's too much. Do you have any clue how difficult it is to write a story? Especially with no challenges?"
"I can handle it. Just give me this."
"You know what? Fine, but don't come crawling back to me when it blows up in your face." They hand me the tablet and write their phone number on a piece of paper. "Let me know when you want it to go back to normal and I'll help, but until then good luck."
"Thanks?" I answer and they go downstairs.
I first get rid of the tragic backstories and make it happy for both me and Kenny. I made sure that Kenny and I are roomates in New York and I'm on Broadway in SIX because it's my favorite musical. I play King Henry's second wife, Anne. Kenny can now pursue anyone he wants since he doesn't have to constantly care for his father. After I finish my story, I step through a portal that just now appeared.
"Hey Kenny how are you today?" I ask him when I see him sitting on our couch.
"Pretty good. I did have this horrible nightmare about my parents getting into a car accident, but they said they're fine and they're watching The Price is Right while cuddling together so I guess they're fine."
"Nice. And who do you have a crush on?"
"Nobody. I know I said I wanted to be an author but it's so exhausting and lonely. While you're out there with your theater friends I sit in front of my computer for 10 hours, barely writing a chapter in that time. I miss my family and I think I might move out soon. I only came here because you wanted to."
"I'm sorry. If you want to leave I understand. Hopefully you find something worth while back home."
"Thanks. See you tonight. Break a leg!"
"What do you mean?"
"You have a show tonight for SIX."
"Oh yeah that's right. Thank you! See ya later," I say then leave.
I walk to the theater and eat breakfast with my fellow cast mates. We talk about tonight's show and what to do afterwards. We then practice and I keep getting yelled at by the stage mananger because I don't remember anything, since I've never done this before. Finally everyone decides that my understudy should go on tonight so I learn my part more. At least I can watch tonight's show for free. I walk around the town and almost get ran over several times. This is such a big city how does anyone navigate it? I almost get mugged, but luckily I carry around pepper spray and it saved my butt. I sit next to Kenny in the front row and tell him what's up. He gives me a hug and we enjoy watching the show.
It's so mediocre in my new life, especially after Kenny moved. They're too kind to kick me out of the cast for SIX but they don't have time to teach me anything, so I'm stuck working in tech crew. I miss Kenny and I can't hang out with my father because he's still home. This life is more miserable than my other one. I have to rewrite it. I call Alex.
"Hey. Are you admitting that you were wrong and you have no clue what to do?" They ask me.
"No. I just want to rewrite it again."
"I'll let you rewrite it until you are happy or quit."
"Deal. So do you have to make a portal or do I?"
"I'll make you one. Give me a sec... and done!" They say and I see a portal and walk through it.
"So now what are you going to do?" They ask me.
"I'll fix it up. I'll do hardwork for getting a role in Broadway and Kenny can write a musical that will become super successful and I can act in it. We continue living in our city so Kenny can visit both of his parents since they never got into the car accident."
"What challenge do you have to overcome in this story?"
"Getting a role on Broadway. I'd have to audition and probably move, but maybe I'll be lucky and they'll give me a room at the theater," I say hopefully.
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
I wake up in my normal house and continue my morning ritual. Feed my dragon, feed myself, head outside. Except today's different because instead of going to the grocery store in uniform, I go to Kenny's house. "Hey bestie!" He says when he answers the door. "Long time no see."
"I know. Sorry I've just been auditioning a ton. How's the author life?"
"I hit a writing block! I can't write more than 2 pages a day, how will I ever finish this?"
"With patience and not being hard on yourself. You'll get it. Being creative is difficult, so don't bully yourself if you write 2 pages a day. That's better than most people that aren't a cool need like you."
"Thanks."
"So any new shows you want to tal about? We could binge them together."
"Well there is this one called Arcane. You remember my League of Legends phase, right?"
I scoff. "Phase? That was all you talked about for a whole year. But of course I remember. Why do you ask?"
"Arcane is based off of it."
"Huh. That sounds really cool. Let's watch it!"
"But don't you have to get ready for work soon? At the diner?"
I didn't write anything about that when I fixed this story. "What diner? I don't work at a diner."
"Charlie you've been working there for three months. You started because you're not getting paid enough to live just acting in this small town, and you're too stubborn to move into the big leagues. Do you not remember?"
I was silent because I didn't write this in, so of course I don't remember. But I have to pretend I remember so Kenny doesn't think I'm crazy. "Of course I remember! I was pulling your leg. This sucks that we can't watch it today."
"Yeah, but there's always the weekend."
"True." I leave and get ready for work.
Being a waiter sucks. Not only did I not wish for it, but I also had to deal with terrible stingy customers who didn't give me much in tips, and kept asking me to grab them this and that or they had the wrong meal.
I don't get to spend any time with my family or Kenny anymore and I honestly do miss my old life. Despite the long shifts in Walmart, at least I had time with my loved ones. Now it's just disappointment day in and day out. I call Alex and request to change my story one last time.
"So what is it going to be this time?" They ask me from their bed.
"I think I'm going back to the original. Tragic backstory and all."
"What got you to change your mind?"
"I preferred it than the ones I came up with. They're tiring and depressing and I can't even hang out with loved ones in them. At least in your version I can spend my time my way either the ones I love."
"So what are you saying?" They ask with that stupid michevious gleam in their eye.
"You're right."
"Sorry I can't hear you, would you mind repeating yourself?"
"You're right and I was wrong," I say which makes them smile.
"Told ya. I hope you enjoy the rest of your life."
"Thanks. You too. Also thank you for allowing me to attempt to change my story."
"No problem. I think you should be able to write your own story. That's what life is all about. We all have our own tragic backstories and dreams, the question is how can I achieve all my dreams? Is it possible to have everything I want and be happy? Sorry I went on a tangent."
"It's ok."
"Speaking of writing stories, here," they hand me a few blank pieces of paper.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Write your own story. Hopefully it has the same power that my tablet does."
"So are you quiting?"
"No. Yes. Kind of?"
"What does that mean?"
"After this encounter with you, it made me realize how horrible I treat all the charecters in my stories and I'm burning out. Also it's testing time of year, so I'm taking a break from writing. This isn't your end it's a refresh button. You should be able to continue your life the way you want to, but if you ever want to change something that only an author can, feel free to use the paper." Alex explains.
"But I thought you loved writing."
"I do, but I just haven't been in the best mindset for it so I'll do other stuff that brings me joy."
"Like what?"
"I'll continue music, acting whenever I can, and watch certain TV shows. I don't need to become the next Shakespeare or anything. I think my prime writing days are over, but it was fun while it lasted."
"You take care, Alex," I hug them and have a tear in my eye. I can't believe this will be my last time seeing this annoying child.
"You too Charlie. I hope you make it big and you're happy in life," they almost cry.
"I hope you're happy and when you do come out, you'll be accepted immediately. If you aren't, you're accepted by me and all of your amazing friends."
"Thank you so much. You have no idea what that means to me."
"Trust me, I know. See ya later Alex," I give them one last hug and wipe away their tears then head towards the portal.
"See ya Charlie," they give me a smile and wave and I return to my home. They are a nice kid and I hope that they enjoy the rest of their life.
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I go to work at the local Walmart. I see my friend Kenny also restocking. "Hey Charlie! Have you seen anybody you're interested in?" He asks me as he puts a few can of olives on the shelf.
"No I haven't. I guess everyone is ugly, no offense." Kenny is tall, skinny, with brown hair. He has kind brown eyes and a sweet laugh.
"Maybe to you, but you know that cashier in checkout 5? He is so hot! Or that really cute movie theater cashier? I think her name was Stacy."
I roll my eyes, "Kenny you're having another pansexual panic, relax."
"Charlie you don't understand-"
"I really don't-"
"There's so many hot people in the world! Try opening your eyes to the possibility."
"I'm fine with being by myself. I don't want to date someone if I only see them as a friend." We continue talking but about different subjects. Our dream places to live (New York), what our dream jobs are (Kenny wants to be an author but I want to be an actor), work drama, just stuff like that.
I come home to my small two bedroom apartment. I say hello to my bearded dragon and feed her. At one point I see a bright light that looks like a doorway, and like any charecter in a horror movie, I walk though it.
I'm in a pink bedroom with stuffed animals everywhere. There's a tower fan in the corner as well as a night light. Great I'm in a little girl's room and not in my little cozy apartment. I see a ginger teenager approaching and get in the closet to hide. Ironic, I know. It's very difficult to fit because this is more of a tiny storage area with clothes, than a closet.
I hear the child listening to music and aggressively typing on a tablet. I accidentally end up falling out after I trip on a gift bag.
The child looks at me and I look at them, both bewildered and terrified. They clear their throat, "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I went through a portal and then poof, here I am. I'm sorry please don't call the cops or anything I'll leave and find my house," I beg of this teenager.
"No you don't have to leave. I'll help you get home Charlie."
"How do you know my name?"
"I wasn't sure it was you if I'm being honest. I should describe charecters more often and better, but no that takes too much work."
"You didn't answer my question. How do you know my name?" I ask again.
"I don't really know how to say this, but I created you. You are a figment of my imagination in digital copies. I know every single thing about you. Would you like examples?"
"I don't believe you. You're crazy!"
"Your best friend is your coworker Kenny [enter last name here] who is pansexual and the same age as you. He dreams of being an author -a little bit on the nose of your origin I know right- but after his parents got into that car accident in 2020 that killed his mom and gave his dad paralysis, he spends almost all of his free time taking care of him. He has so many crushes yet he doesn't pursue them, not because of fear, but because he worries what will happen to his dad if he's not there for him."
"That doesn't mean you know everything about me. It just means you stalk Kenny," I say desperately trying to escape the lies of this witch.
"Your parents got divorced when you were 6. You spent all your time with your wicked mother who manipulated you constantly. You longed to be with your father, but the court always rules in favor of the mothers, no matter how kind or mean they are. You dream of being an actor -same bestie- but you can't afford moving to New York or Hollywood so you feel hopless. Not to mention you've never gotten a single lead role in your life at community theater. Now you work such long shifts at Walmart that it's difficult for you to pursue your dreams even at community theaters that don't pay you a single penny. Does that sound like your life story in a nutshell?"
"Why? Why did you give me such a tragic backstory? Do you know how much I suffered? You are a horrible person!"
"It adds the spice to all good books. Readers love seeing the main charecter struggle, then overcome the odds and win."
"If you give me a happy story I'll worship you. Not just a happy ending but no drama at all. Pure joy everywhere I go." I try to bargain with this child.
"That's life though. There's pain and misery through every twist and turn. I know you're having a rough life, but at least you'll get a happy ending eventually. I have no clue what the fates hold in store for me. At least I've never written anything about the current life events of the pandemic and the wars and political stuff that I don't completely understand."
"It's just so difficult for me. Can't I have something going for me? Can I pursue my dreams? Am I doomed to work at the grocery store until I die? Is it even worth it?" I cry and they hand me a tissue.
"It's going to be ok, I promise I will give you a happy ending, eventually. You just have to go through the rough stuff for a little bit longer to get your happily ever after."
"Thank you. I don't really know what came over me back there. Wasn't that the rive stages of grief?"
"Yup. Do you feel any better now?"
"Actually I do, strange child that loves watching me suffer."
"Sorry about that. Also my name is Alex and it's nice to meet you in person Charlie," the child says to me.
"Thank you. It's nice meeting you Alex. I have a question, actually multiple."
"I owe you answers so hit me."
"Are you trans? I'm only asking because there's papers in here that imply you use a different name," I look around the room seeing their good grade congratulation papers in frames hung up on the wall.
"Yeah. I use they/them pronouns just like you."
"That's so cool! And who am I attracted to? I haven't met anyone I'm interested in yet and I'm getting a little worried that I'll never find anyone to love like that."
"You are aromantic acesexual. You don't feel romantic or sexual attraction towards anyone, so don't stress about it. You're a really cool person and you don't need another person to be happy besides your friends and pets."
"That is actually really cool. Do you know anyone like that?" I ask Alex.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure I am, and my best friend is ace."
"Cool. And have you written any other stories?"
"Yeah. Would you like to read them?"
"Of course! I have to see who has it worse than me." I say so they let me read all of their stories. Some of them are 30 pages, while others are barely one page. There are multiple enemies to lovers ones, but there are some that are completely cute and wholesome.
"Hey Alex?" I ask them
"Yeah Charlie?"
"Can I write my own story? Please? It'll be less work for you and I can make sure I get a happy story and everything I want."
"No."
"But-"
"No it's too much. Do you have any clue how difficult it is to write a story? Especially with no challenges?"
"I can handle it. Just give me this."
"You know what? Fine, but don't come crawling back to me when it blows up in your face." They hand me the tablet and write their phone number on a piece of paper. "Let me know when you want it to go back to normal and I'll help, but until then good luck."
"Thanks?" I answer and they go downstairs.
I first get rid of the tragic backstories and make it happy for both me and Kenny. I made sure that Kenny and I are roomates in New York and I'm on Broadway in SIX because it's my favorite musical. I play King Henry's second wife, Anne. Kenny can now pursue anyone he wants since he doesn't have to constantly care for his father. After I finish my story, I step through a portal that just now appeared.
"Hey Kenny how are you today?" I ask him when I see him sitting on our couch.
"Pretty good. I did have this horrible nightmare about my parents getting into a car accident, but they said they're fine and they're watching The Price is Right while cuddling together so I guess they're fine."
"Nice. And who do you have a crush on?"
"Nobody. I know I said I wanted to be an author but it's so exhausting and lonely. While you're out there with your theater friends I sit in front of my computer for 10 hours, barely writing a chapter in that time. I miss my family and I think I might move out soon. I only came here because you wanted to."
"I'm sorry. If you want to leave I understand. Hopefully you find something worth while back home."
"Thanks. See you tonight. Break a leg!"
"What do you mean?"
"You have a show tonight for SIX."
"Oh yeah that's right. Thank you! See ya later," I say then leave.
I walk to the theater and eat breakfast with my fellow cast mates. We talk about tonight's show and what to do afterwards. We then practice and I keep getting yelled at by the stage mananger because I don't remember anything, since I've never done this before. Finally everyone decides that my understudy should go on tonight so I learn my part more. At least I can watch tonight's show for free. I walk around the town and almost get ran over several times. This is such a big city how does anyone navigate it? I almost get mugged, but luckily I carry around pepper spray and it saved my butt. I sit next to Kenny in the front row and tell him what's up. He gives me a hug and we enjoy watching the show.
It's so mediocre in my new life, especially after Kenny moved. They're too kind to kick me out of the cast for SIX but they don't have time to teach me anything, so I'm stuck working in tech crew. I miss Kenny and I can't hang out with my father because he's still home. This life is more miserable than my other one. I have to rewrite it. I call Alex.
"Hey. Are you admitting that you were wrong and you have no clue what to do?" They ask me.
"No. I just want to rewrite it again."
"I'll let you rewrite it until you are happy or quit."
"Deal. So do you have to make a portal or do I?"
"I'll make you one. Give me a sec... and done!" They say and I see a portal and walk through it.
"So now what are you going to do?" They ask me.
"I'll fix it up. I'll do hardwork for getting a role in Broadway and Kenny can write a musical that will become super successful and I can act in it. We continue living in our city so Kenny can visit both of his parents since they never got into the car accident."
"What challenge do you have to overcome in this story?"
"Getting a role on Broadway. I'd have to audition and probably move, but maybe I'll be lucky and they'll give me a room at the theater," I say hopefully.
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
I wake up in my normal house and continue my morning ritual. Feed my dragon, feed myself, head outside. Except today's different because instead of going to the grocery store in uniform, I go to Kenny's house. "Hey bestie!" He says when he answers the door. "Long time no see."
"I know. Sorry I've just been auditioning a ton. How's the author life?"
"I hit a writing block! I can't write more than 2 pages a day, how will I ever finish this?"
"With patience and not being hard on yourself. You'll get it. Being creative is difficult, so don't bully yourself if you write 2 pages a day. That's better than most people that aren't a cool need like you."
"Thanks."
"So any new shows you want to tal about? We could binge them together."
"Well there is this one called Arcane. You remember my League of Legends phase, right?"
I scoff. "Phase? That was all you talked about for a whole year. But of course I remember. Why do you ask?"
"Arcane is based off of it."
"Huh. That sounds really cool. Let's watch it!"
"But don't you have to get ready for work soon? At the diner?"
I didn't write anything about that when I fixed this story. "What diner? I don't work at a diner."
"Charlie you've been working there for three months. You started because you're not getting paid enough to live just acting in this small town, and you're too stubborn to move into the big leagues. Do you not remember?"
I was silent because I didn't write this in, so of course I don't remember. But I have to pretend I remember so Kenny doesn't think I'm crazy. "Of course I remember! I was pulling your leg. This sucks that we can't watch it today."
"Yeah, but there's always the weekend."
"True." I leave and get ready for work.
Being a waiter sucks. Not only did I not wish for it, but I also had to deal with terrible stingy customers who didn't give me much in tips, and kept asking me to grab them this and that or they had the wrong meal.
I don't get to spend any time with my family or Kenny anymore and I honestly do miss my old life. Despite the long shifts in Walmart, at least I had time with my loved ones. Now it's just disappointment day in and day out. I call Alex and request to change my story one last time.
"So what is it going to be this time?" They ask me from their bed.
"I think I'm going back to the original. Tragic backstory and all."
"What got you to change your mind?"
"I preferred it than the ones I came up with. They're tiring and depressing and I can't even hang out with loved ones in them. At least in your version I can spend my time my way either the ones I love."
"So what are you saying?" They ask with that stupid michevious gleam in their eye.
"You're right."
"Sorry I can't hear you, would you mind repeating yourself?"
"You're right and I was wrong," I say which makes them smile.
"Told ya. I hope you enjoy the rest of your life."
"Thanks. You too. Also thank you for allowing me to attempt to change my story."
"No problem. I think you should be able to write your own story. That's what life is all about. We all have our own tragic backstories and dreams, the question is how can I achieve all my dreams? Is it possible to have everything I want and be happy? Sorry I went on a tangent."
"It's ok."
"Speaking of writing stories, here," they hand me a few blank pieces of paper.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Write your own story. Hopefully it has the same power that my tablet does."
"So are you quiting?"
"No. Yes. Kind of?"
"What does that mean?"
"After this encounter with you, it made me realize how horrible I treat all the charecters in my stories and I'm burning out. Also it's testing time of year, so I'm taking a break from writing. This isn't your end it's a refresh button. You should be able to continue your life the way you want to, but if you ever want to change something that only an author can, feel free to use the paper." Alex explains.
"But I thought you loved writing."
"I do, but I just haven't been in the best mindset for it so I'll do other stuff that brings me joy."
"Like what?"
"I'll continue music, acting whenever I can, and watch certain TV shows. I don't need to become the next Shakespeare or anything. I think my prime writing days are over, but it was fun while it lasted."
"You take care, Alex," I hug them and have a tear in my eye. I can't believe this will be my last time seeing this annoying child.
"You too Charlie. I hope you make it big and you're happy in life," they almost cry.
"I hope you're happy and when you do come out, you'll be accepted immediately. If you aren't, you're accepted by me and all of your amazing friends."
"Thank you so much. You have no idea what that means to me."
"Trust me, I know. See ya later Alex," I give them one last hug and wipe away their tears then head towards the portal.
"See ya Charlie," they give me a smile and wave and I return to my home. They are a nice kid and I hope that they enjoy the rest of their life.
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