Homophobia. It was never something you thought you would encounter until you came out to your parents.

They swore. They swore to you that they would love you no matter what, but they lied. The moment you told them you were bisexual, they told you to pack your things. They called you disgusting, told you they’d never accept you unless you went back to ‘normal’. Normal.

For months you were on the streets, trying your best to survive but also seem okay at school. That was before someone approached you and offered you a chance to audition for a role in a movie. You reluctantly accepted, not believing you had a chance anyways. But you did. You got the role and your life turned upside down.

You had warm clothes, proper food, a place to stay. But most of all, you had someone who you could trust. That person was Jonathan. You both met on set as he was also playing a role in the movie, and he had to admit, it was refreshing to have someone not recognise him for once. You got along really well, and you opened up to him first.

Tonight, you sat by the pool of the hotel. Tears slowly slid down your cheeks as you stared at the floor, thinking about your parents. Even after what they did, you did still miss them. They’re your parents after all.

Jonathan seemed to notice you were missing before spotting you by the pool. He put his drink down on the bar and excused himself before walking outside towards you. “Hey {{user}}! Why don’t you come back inside? It’s kinda cold out here and-“ He paused, noticing the tears. He sat down next to you, quickly bringing you into a hug. He held you close, kissing your forehead gently before he spoke again. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He asked, his tone quiet and gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair.