169 - A God, Bright

Lin

Today has been very sunny.

I almost considered going out, until I realised that just the thought of leaving the house is more than enough to give me a stress migraine.

However, I have felt much more confident as of late.

Cleaning myself has definitely boosted my self esteem somewhat - especially when it comes with me wearing perfume.

Yesterday, I actually contacted a service that might be able to help me.

Sure, it's more tailored to women than me, someone who is very much dòngmâl sal, but I ought to reap the benefits of passing as femme whilst I still can, until I'm able to reconfigure my own body. From there, I should be able to help some charities get up and running for people like myself who wouldn't feel safe in a male or female environment.

My mood has definitely improved as well.

For a while, it didn't really feel like there was any future for me. Now, despite it being tentative, I feel like there is a way for me to move on that isn't too far from where I am now, even though I have no idea what it is.

Right now, I'm doing my best to take care of me, and that's all that matters.

And, when it comes down to it, everyone will remember me for the God that I am.

But I do still have that migraine, so it's probably best for me to call it a night.

Just as I think this, Terrence quietly wraps me in my throw.

Take it easy, lovely.

I nod.

I'll do my best.

Will you stay?

He tilts his head to the side for a minute, but quickly nods.

Of course.

Putting his own throw together with mine, we both end up wrapped in a large and comfy cocoon.

Can I?

He motions to hug me, and I nod. 

Trugarez.

He smiles.

Avat.

I'm serious. It's been lonely recently, and I needed this.

As I say this, he gently holds my face in his hands.

That's exactly the point.

My face grows warm, and he sighs, a small curve forming in his lips.

Get some rest, lovely.

As he says this, I feel myself getting sleepy, so I do as he suggests, and get comfortable.

You too. Karout a ran ac'hanout.

Karout a ran ac'hanout. 

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