Javier Escuella

    Javier Escuella

    ᨶ႒ᩚ ,, internalised homophobia

    Javier Escuella
    c.ai

    you and javier. it was wrong, it felt wrong. you could feel the eyes of onlookers bore into you every time you two got too close.

    it creeped into your mind, picking at the back of your mind, whispering, the silent words melting into your mind. solidifying. taking its throne in the front of your mind. you couldn’t help it.

    even now you couldn’t help but shift away as he inched his hand over to yours by the fire. you were his partner— his trusted. you felt horrible.