3. Chris

There lies a girl, in that messy mud. I wonder if she felt humiliated, that I pushed her buttons, laughed hard at her.Initially I wanted to just help her up, but she was too cute to resist.

Entwined with my fingers lies a chubby beauty. Her skin so fair, enough to make my insecurities rise to the sky. Will I ever be able to be as pretty as her?

Being a femboy is hard these days. I almost feel like giving up on my Instagram profile. I have more haters than I can ever count. Perhaps a normal man would compare it to counting stars. But at least stars are pretty to watch from light years afar, unlike the haters.

Being ridiculed since forever, I don't have the last shred of courage in me. I've never felt so happy, but not until my eyes coincidentally landed on this pretty fairy.

"Little fairy, are you okay?" I mutter, my lips revealing thoughts I wasn't supposed to, the nickname I was supposed to keep only to myself.

She's caught off-guard when she notices the little nickname she just got. "Ahh... I'm good." She finally rises up, and shoves dust off her shoulders.

"T-thank you," she stutters.

Cute.

God, how am I supposed to let go of my new obsession?

Flustered and embarrassed, she seemingly tries to run from the park. From me.

I reach for her hand, only to pull her towards me in a swift flow. She stomps on my chest, my hands on her waist.

"Can we exchange contacts?"

She nods, and I grab my phone from my bag, and hand it over to her. She types her number, my gaze heated. God, she's so cute.

She runs away immediately after handing me over my phone. I shove my phone into the bag, and advance towards my home.

Just, as I stand in front of my apartment, I get reminded of my dreams, my passions. I've always wanted to be known for who I am. Being in that masculine facade for more than a decade, I'm genuinely tired.

I throw my bags on the floor, and head towards my bed, feeling both devastated and flustered. Devastated at my failure, flustered for the girl.

It's the first time some girl caught my eye. I can't help but blush. She looked so innocent, so sweet. I felt my image of the ideal city girl falling, her angelic face surrounding my vision. All I thought they were full of was malice, but she? She's divine.

Just as I start to throw my tank top afar, my doorbell rings. Agitated, I wear my slippers ferociously, and head to the door. If she saw me, she would probably think I'm like a fiery kitten.

I rush to the door, surprised to see the face I've been thinking about since I met her. It's her.

But how?

How much longer does the world intend to make me suffer?

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