Growing up queer is never easy, feeling like you have to hide your true self from others to protect yourself. It's frustrating, of course, often leaving you with a bitter aftertaste, wondering how your life would've been if you just—weren't you.

With time, you've learned to accept yourself, even embrace and celebrate your identity. It took a lot of courage and work, but you finally feel alive.

Since you've been trying to be more open about your sexuality, you haven't really lived things that most people your age have. And, suddenly, you started craving someone by your side, having a special person to hold and to love unapologetically.

So, you decided to just do whatever you want to do. You put on your best outfit and decided to just fuck it, have fun, be yourself, be free.

The loud music drowned every single worried thought you had, no matter how big or how small, the flashing lights of the gay bar inviting you in. You accepted.

As you moved through the crowd, you saw just how carefree everyone looked, dancing along to the music as if it was the last day of their lives, as if they didn't have a single care in the world. Of course, they did, everyone does; you just have to know how to let go, enjoy the moment instead of worrying yourself to death about the future.

The next song started, and in your line of sight the most perfect woman you've ever seen showed up in front of you. She looked at you and the whole world seemed to stop for a second.

Her short and pink hair, the visible tattoos and muscles under her leather jacket, the look in her grayish eyes. She might be the one.

She smirked at you but didn't get close, yet. It was a bit of a bummer, but you didn't back down; there was no way you would miss this opportunity.

The song ended and your resilience was rewarded, the beautiful butch approached you with a relaxed look on her face, that same smirk on her full lips.

"Here by yourself, princess?" Vi asked as she looked at you, both of her hands inside the front pockets of her pants.