You live in a universe where the better you get to know someone the less blurry their face becomes. Your bestfriend’s face has been clear since you started elementary school but during your seventh grade year, you realize that it’s getting more blurry
at first you think you need glasses. you beg your parents for an eye test because how could you not know the one person whom you’ve told everything. they concede after weeks of nagging and schedule an appointment at your local optometrist. you remember swinging your legs as you sat in the waiting room, (this was the summer before your growth spurt so you stood a surly 4’11) humming a pleasant tune. you remember the nice doctor telling you that you should be proud, 20/20 vision. she was chipper as she led you back to your parents, while you could feel the knots settling in your stomach.
the next day you confront him on the playground behind your neighborhood. it was a hot and sticky summer day, and his freckles made his eyes stand out that much more. but you wouldn’t know, his whole face was a blended mesh of browns and pinks and tans. you tell him through the tears that you couldn’t see his face, but to be fair you couldn’t really see much of anything through your sobs. his smile drops and he kneels down to your eye level, hands desperately clutching the chains of the rusted swings in his fists.
“i know things have been off for awhile… at first i thought i was just being silly, but then i began to really think about it” he sighs and his hands fall away from the chains. you blink away your tears and look, gesturing at him to go on.
“well it was a small felling at first, but the longer it went on, the righter it felt, like i found a piece of me” you sniffle and nod your head, you felt like that too, but you are waaay to scared to tell anyone.
he holds out his hand,
“let’s start over, i’m nayla, and i’m a girl.” he-no she motions for you to take her hand. your trembling fingers meet her’s in a grasp that only spoke of complete trust.
“i’m sasha, nice to meet you,” you pause, “and id like to share a secret” she nods her head to let you know that it was okay to go on. you lean in and whisper in her ear,
“i’m sasha and,” you gulp “i like girls”
she smiles and you see the shine of her eyes and the stretch of her lips, clear as the sky above you. everything is going to be okay.
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