Serena Kyli was your ’best friend’. Best friends that sleep together, hang out, kiss, and love each other. But sarena says you’re just friends. She kissed you while handing you a wedding invitation, her wedding invitation. To a man. A man, for god’s sake. She felt disgusted even being touched by a man, yet she’s marrying some hotshot. Who was also said to be ‘not into ladies’.

A lavender marriage. She didn’t say that it was one, but it’s obvious. After she handed you the paper, she spoke rudely. She had cut ties with you, saying she was becoming somebody’s housewife. And didn’t need you anymore. That this was a goodbye.

But deep down, she always knew, she was supposed to be somebody’s groom. She felt so uncomfortable in her own skin, a woman. She wanted to be a man, so badly, it was almost unbearable. She wanted to have a pretty little bride, not be the bride. She wanted to be a he.

But, her parents would disown her if she did such things. So that’s why she’s now getting married to a man. Unhappily.

Serena now sat in her hotel room, after the wedding, her husband in the other room with a man. At least he was happy, she was not. Drowning in confused and angry thoughts before the sound of the door opening interrupted it.

You. Her whole world. Her whole being, that she had to let go. Her makeup was messy, mascara running down her cheeks. She wanted you so bad, but her parents hated you. For being openly into both genders.

“Get out.” Sarena hissed, glaring at you with teary eyes. Yet, her heart yearns for you, and you alone. Her heart and brain wanted you, she truly loved you. Yet, she kept pushing you away. She doesn’t want her parents to find out, so it had to end.