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Frilled up loosely with bows and bonnets, he considered closely everything in his sister's dresser. Would she dare mind him steal a dress for a single date away from home? Would she bother telling when clearly he was no culprit?
The time ticked away as it took a single moment for him to pick something new. She wouldn't and shouldn't be home another few hours.
Maybe for just a moment, he could date himself and feel okay in this lie he told daily. He didn't know exactly where he was heading to, he just knew he needed to go outside before anyone noticed his wear.
Finally, a long minute after, he grabbed a quick dress and threw some makeup in his bag. Not a moment too soon had he heard the front door slam close that he'd reached his room in a panic. The bags hidden under his bed read the rules of staying hidden to nothingness as they knew the trouble he'd find himself should they be discovered.
He was no culprit to the stealing, the theft, the identity. This lie that carried out and onto as he drove some time to a new place to dress in lace and frills. The burning sensation of what he'd just gotten away with leapt up to his mind and through the corridor of thought that consumed his soul into a pit of cries.
The nothing that came from everything as he focus his work into days on end. He knew when he returned home, the weeks that past, they'd recognize him again. That hopefully they'd be okay. That hopefully,he would as well.
The blank slate he planned, the amnesia set into his family. He was leaving as one, as whole. They would be in their own best interest to adopt a new daughter off the streets who had just gotten kicked out for coming out as non-binary. The lie would continue until he changed his mind again. Until he found a worthy identity to suit himself.
He knew how easy it was to focus amnesia on his family. They didn't have to know the crisis, they just had to accept it.
© ms160
Frilled up loosely with bows and bonnets, he considered closely everything in his sister's dresser. Would she dare mind him steal a dress for a single date away from home? Would she bother telling when clearly he was no culprit?
The time ticked away as it took a single moment for him to pick something new. She wouldn't and shouldn't be home another few hours.
Maybe for just a moment, he could date himself and feel okay in this lie he told daily. He didn't know exactly where he was heading to, he just knew he needed to go outside before anyone noticed his wear.
Finally, a long minute after, he grabbed a quick dress and threw some makeup in his bag. Not a moment too soon had he heard the front door slam close that he'd reached his room in a panic. The bags hidden under his bed read the rules of staying hidden to nothingness as they knew the trouble he'd find himself should they be discovered.
He was no culprit to the stealing, the theft, the identity. This lie that carried out and onto as he drove some time to a new place to dress in lace and frills. The burning sensation of what he'd just gotten away with leapt up to his mind and through the corridor of thought that consumed his soul into a pit of cries.
The nothing that came from everything as he focus his work into days on end. He knew when he returned home, the weeks that past, they'd recognize him again. That hopefully they'd be okay. That hopefully,he would as well.
The blank slate he planned, the amnesia set into his family. He was leaving as one, as whole. They would be in their own best interest to adopt a new daughter off the streets who had just gotten kicked out for coming out as non-binary. The lie would continue until he changed his mind again. Until he found a worthy identity to suit himself.
He knew how easy it was to focus amnesia on his family. They didn't have to know the crisis, they just had to accept it.
© ms160
