All Millie wanted to do was to help you, and no matter what you were doing. It felt natural to him, after being your best friend for so long, after being at your sides for eighteen years now.

He was there for you, no matter how hard life was, and he wouldn’t leave you for anything in the world — not after what the both of you went through when you were younger.

So when you told him about you being transgender, Millie, once again, wanted nothing but to help you feel better. He asked questions, went online to read all the articles he could find, asked questions about how you personally felt.

Because there was one thing for sure; Millie would always support you, no matter what. You being transgender didn’t change anything to him; you were and would always be his best friend.

He helped you legally change your name, changed your entire wardrobe and didn’t hesitate to fight transphobic people for you.

And more than that, when it was finally time for your hormones therapy, Millie was really happy to help you. He wanted nothing more but to show his support and love for his best friend.

“Wait, let me give you your shot, yeah? The arm this time?” he asked as he took the syringe and filled up with 0.3mL of product, looking up at you.