>You feel so much rage right now. Your blood pumping faster, your anger rising to a boiling steam.
>'Her' head face first in the dirt, this is only redemption. This bitch lied to you! She told you about the future you'd have with her, and the things you'd see and do together...
>Everything she's ever said to you; It's all a lie, a big fucking lie. This - this faggot - ruined your life. How will you live this down, how will you--
>"I-I'm sorry.." She starts through ragged breath, "I-I'm so sorry I lied to you anon..I was just so scared you'd reject me since I wasn't actually a girl.."
>This is the same person you've known and loved since you moved here, and you put their face in the dirt
>"Please anon, don't go, w-we can make it work right? I could still be your 'girl'friend, no one else would need to know the truth" She bargains desperately.
"How?! You talked about the future, about marriage and having children! HOW CAN WE HAVE THIS FUTURE WORK! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A FUCKING WOMAN!"
>"I'm sorry, Anon. We can make it work, please we can make it all work out somehow!
>You remain silent.
>"P-Please ~please~ don't leave me, Anon. I-I-I love you so much...I don't know what'd I do without you!" She says choking back a crying fit.
"Maybe...maybe you should figure it out."
>"No...no don't go don't go.." Sunset pleads as she covers her face to hide the tears.
>You turn immediately and walk away form her. You feel tears well up - your heart breaking with every step you take.
>"A-Anon...b-b....before you leave..." He yells, mustering everything he had to call you, "Can.....c-can you at least tell me you loved me? At least so..I....know...I-I m-made you happy..?"
>You stand dead still.
>You think back to before, to how it was.
>You would be lying if you said were unhappy then.
>But now?
>Your silence seems to be killing Sunset.
>"P-please Anon, j-just..."
>You interrupt "her."
"I don't know. And that's about a good an answer you're ever going to get."
>You walk off as Sunset's sobs increase in intensity.
>You made the right the decision, right?
>So why do you feel like shit?
>You continue walking to your house.
>At least Sunset didn't come after you.
>You don't know what you would have done if she did.
>Probably brutalize "her."
>You're angry.
>More than angry, in fact, you're enraged.
>And yet...
>You feel a distinct hollow feeling in your gut.
>You could almost call it sorrow, maybe even regret.
>You just cut ties with the most important person in your life, for a betrayal that deeper than any physical wound could.
>You walk into your house, not bothering to take off your shoes or coat.
>You seemed calm the entire walk, but as soon as you walked into your room and your gaze settled on the photo of you and Sunset that sat on your bedside table the dam burst.
>Closing the distance in the blink of an eye, you grab the picture frame and launch it at the far wall.
>The shards haven't even all finished reaching the ground before a second frame slams into the same wall.
>In what seemed like moment, every single picture in your bedroom that had Sunset on it lay on the floor, the glass that once framed them shattered into a million pieces.
>Much like your heart.
>But it isn't enough.
>You systematically go through your house, seeking out and destroying everything that reminded you "her."
>Nearly two dozen photos torn to bits
>Every article of clothing "she" bought you, ripped apart.
>Those little trinkets that "she" got you as gifts?
>Into the trash they went.
>The movies you watched together on weekends?
>The discs snapped into halves, then into quarters for good measure.
>Pieces of the cake she got you for your birthday last week still sat in the refrigerator.
>They were flushed down the toilet in good order.
>You remember your blanket, the one "she" gifted you not far into your relationship.
>The one you and "her" cuddled wrapped up in on so many nights.
>It disgusted you.
>You move with a speed you didn't know you had as you grab the blanket and throw it out into the yard.
>Not long later, it is burning in a petrol-fueled pyre.
>But not even that is enough.
>On your computer, you delete every image of Sunset you find, as well as the music you two had listened to so many times.
>You go to every single one of your online accounts you can think of and erase everything related to her.
>Last of all is your Facebook account.
>You switch your status from "In Relationship" to "Single."
>You remove her from your friends and block "her", ignoring the several messages "she" seems to have sent you in the time it took you to get here.
>...
>You're not quite sure what else to do.
>Slowly trudging through your house in a daze, you survey the damage you've caused.
>You lean against the wall and slowly sink to the ground.
>You cover your face with your hands, as if they could shield you from the pain you feel.
>It's almost funny.
>In the previous weeks you had been thinking about asking her to marry you.
>To spend the rest of her life with you, to have kids and grow old together.
>Now that future was gone, because of some cruel joke played by a crossdresser.
>How long had that faggot been planning this?
>How long had he scoped you out, scheming your downfall?
>How long before he outed your relationship to other people and brought your life crashing down?
>Sure, he told you he wouldn't tell anyone, but that was lie.
>Just like everything else.
>Fuck.
>The image of Sunset lying in a shallow grave flickered in your mind.
>No.
>You wouldn't resort to that.
>You were angry, but you weren't a killer.
>Maybe if you chased him out of town?
>That could do the trick, but he could still tell people about what went on between you two.
>The only option you see would be to keep him close, under tabs.
>Intimidate him, hurt him, make him see that crossing you was the worst thing he could have done.
>Yes.
>YES.
>You don't bother closing the door as you rush out of the house.
>An hour.
>An hour since your life came crashing down.
>An hour since Anon left you.
>An hour since the light left your life.
>You went home after Anon walked off.
>But you couldn't stay still.
>You've been wandering the streets, tears still dripping down your face, though your throat is now too sore to continue sobbing.
>It starts to rain.
>How appropriate.
>You haven't been paying particular attention to where you were walking.
>It seems as though you've stumbled into a seedier part of town, but you can't scrounge up enough fucks to give.
>You don't notice the figure following you in the darkness.
>You don't even have enough time to start screaming before the figure grabs you and pulls you into a nearby alley.
>...
>You took your time stalking him.
>When he ventured into the bad area of town, you didn't think anything of it.
>But when Sunset was suddenly pulled into a dark alley, you got a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.
>A VERY bad feeling.
>Creeping over ever so slowly, you hear the sounds of a struggle and the occasional grunt.
>"What the fuck?!"
>Sounds like whoever that was just found out Sunset's secret.
>You look around the corner just in time to see flash in dark.
>Was that a knife?
>The answer to your question soon becomes obvious when Sunset falls to the ground.
>His attacker runs off in the other direction.
>When you're sure the guy isn't coming back, you make your way over to Sunset.
>She obviously very hurt.
>Her clothes have been all but shredded by his attacker's manhandling of them.
>And the blood.
>Good God, the BLOOD.
>It's pouring from multiple wounds in his abdominal area.
>Sunset looks up at you, just now realizing that you're there.
>"A-anon?"
>You can barely hear his voice.
>He's weak from the blood loss.
>"Anon, *cough* p-please, help..."
>Even after all he's done, you can't bear to see him die here, lying in a pool of his own blood.
>You pick him up.
>You hurry through the streets, Sunset clutched to your chest.
>You tried knocking at several doors, yelling for someone to help.
>No one came.
>You really wished that you knew where your phone was.
>It was probably laying somewhere in the mess that you left at your house.
>Alright, don't panic Anon, you got to think.
>Where is the nearest hospital?
>Ironheart General!
>That's it! It's close enough that you can get there on foot, but can Sunset afford that time?
>Dammit, if you could only stop the bleeding, but you've never had any medical training, of any type.
>No Anon, can't waste time thinking about that, gotta go fast.
>Sunset was surprisingly light.
>His slight frame, which was what caused him to be so light also meant that the blood loss would likely affect him worse.
>Come on legs, why can't you go faster?
>...
>You think back to when you first met Sunset, back in sophomore year of high school.
>You had personally witnessed his (or her, as you believed at the time) transformation from a timid new student to the baddest of bad girls sitting at the top of the high school social pyramid.
>It wasn't until your senior year of high school that you truly got to know her better.
>After that fiasco with the Fall Formal, she was hated by everyone at school.
>But refused to hang onto those bad feelings.
>Despite the fact that she had used everyone, had enslaved her fellow students, and was planning on using them as her own personal army, you couldn't hold onto hate.
>So you gave her a chance.
>Being the first person besides those six strange girls to try to reach out to her, she clung to you.
>And so it went that you her grew close, until one day she asked you if you liked her.
>You did.
>For more than a year you two had been going steady, until today.
>That confession seemed like ages ago, though it had scarcely been more than an hour ago.
>...
>There was the hospital.
>Your legs felt like jello, and your lungs burned, but your most important concern was getting Sunset help.
>Oh Sunset...
>When you burst into Emergency Entrance, the receptionist looked at you wide eyed.
>Huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf (why did you think of that?), you try your best to explain to the person what happened.
>"*huff* S-she... uh -*huff* he was stabbed *huff* please, help him *huff*"
>Within moments they cart him off, with you following close behind.
>They didn't seem to mind, because they didn't try to stop you.
>Arriving at the ER, the doctors prepare to operate.
>Realizing that the person wearing the torn up girl's clothes was actually a guy, they shot a few confused looks at each other, but otherwise quickly went to work.
>While they do so, you take a moment to look at yourself.
>You look like you just stepped out of the set of some slasher flick.
>You shiver at the thought.
>Were you really going to go through it?
>Hurting Sunset?
>The anger is still there, but...
>You think back again to the Fall Formal incident.
>Back then, you couldn't hold Sunset's actions against her.
>Everyone deserves a second chance, right?
>As it was then, so it was now.
>Though his betrayal cut deep, you couldn't hold onto your hate.
>Maybe he really was telling the truth when he said he loved you.
>We all have reasons for doing what we do, and sometimes we make mistakes.
>Mistakes, like the one you were going to make not long before.
>...
>"Ano-"
>What?
>"Anon..."
>Sunset was calling for you.
>It seems the doctors were done.
>Just how long were you sitting there thinking to yourself?
>You walk over to him.
>He struggles to talk.
>"I w-want to say... t-thank you..."
>He pauses, as if to rest a bit from the exertion of speaking.
>"...for everything. I-I'm sorry for this, for e-everything bad I've d-done... I ne-*wheeze*never wanted t-to hurt you...
>Here he was, apologizing, and he was the one lying on the operating table.
"Please Sunset, don't speak, you need to rest."
>"Oh Anon, please forgive me. I know what I d-did was wrong, but I only did it because I was scared... scared of what you would say, what you would do..."
>He was right in that regard.
>"B-but I couldn't bear keeping that secret from you. E-everyday I kept that lie up was torture. I-it finally g-got to the point that I couldn't do it anymore, I j-just couldn't do it anymore."
>And now here you are...
>"Whatever else happened, just know... I don't regret any of it. I don't regret our time together."
>Fuck.
>Don't tear up now Anon.
"I don't regret it either Sunset. I don't know if I could go on with what we had after tonight, but I don't regret a single thing we did. W-we had a grand old time, didn't we S-sunset?"
>You start to choke.
>"Yeah, we did..."
>You stand there next to Sunset, thinking.
>You're startled out of your reverie by a nurse politely asking you to leave, that Sunset needs his rest.
>You decide to go home and change.