“No, no.” Farah whispered as she rubbed your back soothingly, holding you close, a sigh escaping her as you sobbed into her arms.

It wasn’t easy, being trans. Farah helped, her comforting words, she tried her best to understand, to listen, to be there for you as you ranged.

“It’s okay, my friend.” She insisted, pulling away to look at your face, it would be okay.