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There two-time sat in front of a mirror. They hated their reflection yet couldn’t turn away, the sight so far from what they wished it would be, It was awful. Everything was awful, their thoughts blended into one another, like water colors mixing into an ugly brown, nothing made sense anymore.
That’s when tears came, when nothing made sense. When all they could do was cry, and here they were, Threatening to flow over. the sting to their eyes got ever so slightly stronger as everything around them blurred, and with a shaky breath, they sunk to the floor and sobbed, folding in on themself as they break down, so utterly done with this spawn-forsaken world they reside in. the tears they shed acting as one final attempt to wash away the pain they felt when they saw themselves.
Or maybe it was the pain they felt when no one saw them, every “she”, every “sister” rushing back as a painful reminder of what exactly they are, a girl, a spawn-awful girl, and no one would listen when told otherwise. It made them feel sick, that whole day made them feel sick.
They heard the door, maybe they didn’t care, maybe it didn't register until it was too late, either way they didn't have the energy to do anything about it. Not after the day they had, so they just wept. Wrapping their arms around themselves as they shook, salty tears wetting their cheeks.
Chance walked in to find their partner shaking and crying in front of a mirror, shaking and gasping, he knew what was wrong by the way they held themselves, the way they looked at themself, and he hated it, hated how they couldn’t fix it, all he wanted was to make everything better for them, to help, but he couldn't.
So they did the next best thing, he sat down beside them, carefully wrapping his arms around them and placed a kiss on their cheek, a reminder he was there for them, they just sobbed harder, but this time they weren’t alone.
He adjusted them, moving them to his lap as they cried, holding and kissing them, his suit getting wet as they bawl. He whispers into their ear, voice gentle as he held his lover.
“Oh, my dear…”
“Baby, I love you so much.”
“It hurts to see you sad like this.”
“I love you so, so, so much, nothing will ever change that.”
His hand rubbing soothing, repetitive, circles into their back. That’s how they stayed the rest of the night, as Two-time fell limp in his arms, chance’s eyes grew heavy and exhaustion clouded over his mind, he rested against the side of the bed, and fell asleep with his lover in his arms.