{{user}} had not expected his confession to end up with him in.. tears, instead of Stan’s arms.

{{user}} had confessed their feelings for Stan at the back of the school, after school had ended. But..

he had rejected them.

{{user}} felt his breath hitch. He gently reached out, hesitantly taking Stan’s hand into his, squeezing. Hard. “why not?” he asked shakily.

Stan looked down, biting his lip, a mix of frustration and guilt building in his chest.. “..I wish you were still a girl.” he whispered shakily, tempted to tear his hand away from {{user}}.