His Name

Prologue

"No one can change who they really are, so don't judge anyone, no matter what."

That has always been what you grew up with.

Your parents were kind people, always accepting those who didn't understand what was 'wrong' with them.

Your mom worked as a therapist, while your father was a business man who traveled often for his work.

You were happy with your family. Not only was your parents accepting for who you are and what your friends were like, but they were also caring to all those who were struggling.

Your friends were amazing too. They were all accepting, they all were diverse, different in every way. Your group was mostly made up queer kids, who were all trying to find acceptance from their family. Some even visiting your mother for a therapy session.

Your best friend was Gabriella, often calling her Gaybriella in your group. She was loud and outgoing, she was the one who would comfort everyone when something bad happened, usually homophobia.

Gabriella and you have been best friends since you were 7 years old. Even at one point in time, dating each other, before breaking up and going back to being best friends because that's what fit you both. Now that you were a senior and will have to graduate, you were all talking about moving to an apartment together in a new city.

But your planning suddenly came to a halt.

"What?!"

"Honey, I know your upset.. but we have to move for the sake of your father's business."

This can't be happening. Leaving your hometown for the sake of your dad. You hated it, you hated everything.

"I- don't."

"Pardon?"

"Please let me stay here! I don't want to leave. It's still summer break and homecoming is coming up.."

Your mom sighs, she looks back at you, begging for you to accept it.

"It's... not going to be that easy." She mutters, "You know it's hard for your father to travel so far"

"But-"

"Please y/n.."

Tears start welling up in your eyes. Moving? Moving to a place you've probably never dreamed of going?

"Will I ever see my friends anymore?"

"Well..." She lowered her voice "Maybe you can come back once a year?"

"A YEAR?!"

"Yes..."

You stare in shock. "Why once a year?!"

"Because we're moving to a new city, it's very modern and your father has a better chance at work there."

You pause, should you be thrilled? You're moving to a beautiful place. It's thrilling, yes, but it's awfully far away. Is this necessary?

"Uh- but."

"I'm sorry if you're still upset but think about the amazing people you'll meet."

You shake your head in denial slowly. You back away from your mother about to retreat to your phone. Unsure whether to cry or to jump in excitement, either way this was very overwhelming.

You drop onto your springy bed, immediately curling into the sheets. You longingly stare at your scattered photos. With tears welling up in your eyes.

'Why do I have to leave?'

You turn on your phone, trembling as you smile at your goofy friends all posing hilariously. You slightly sob at the silly group.

'Ugh don't make me cry guys..'

Switching your phone off you curl into the sheets, deeper into the cold fabric resting on your heated face as you sniffle, eyes feeling swollen as time passes by.

Slowly, your eyes fell heavier as your consciousness bungees back and forth.