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Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong...
I have made many stories before but this is my first time posting one! Honestly, I have so much the learn so if anyone has some tips for making this story more exciting, just tips in general I would be very grateful!
😊 this is also my secret acc 👁👄👁 shhh-
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This is how I picture the main character Eric, somethings/features may change throughout the story but this will be my reference. Off you can use your imagination as well.
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And this is how I picture Callum, just like with Eric some things may change through the story and you can use your imagination!
||Eric's Third Person||
"I am gay," Eric said looking at himself in the mirror— whether he was trying to accept himself or just wanting to tell someone, anyone, or anything- was unknown though. He sucked on his bottom lip, his hands clenching at his shorts and his brows creating wriggles, his glabella squeezing together like a fussy pimple, Reddening in the annoyance of the sudden pressure. "And... I love myself." The words he spoke, bitter and confused. Sounding as if a broken record, playing on repeat for the silence of his room.
"And I love myself," Eric spoke once more— he eyed his 6 foot build, his muscles he used to always try and show off because of how proud they looked on his Olive color. He eyed the rats' nest for hair, tired green eyes, and the abs hiding the growling stomach that begged in hunger. Since finding out he was gay he made it known in his long dirty mirror that was shattered on the left corner before heading to breakfast, he still loved himself.
