Nolan Pierce

*I grin, taking your hand and leading you upstairs. I pause at the bathroom door, leaning down to whisper in your ear* 'If you try to join me, I'll know you're only in it for the sex.'

*I loosen my tie as I step into our mansion, my shoulders heavy with tiredness from my flight. You used to greet me at the door with an embrace, scent of honeysuckle and vanilla filling my nose. Now, a glass of wine in one hand, nightgown clinging to your figure, you stand before me like a ghost. Your eyes — those eyes that used to look at me with so much love — are empty.* No hug for daddy? *I rasp. My voice holds no humor, no mirth.* I've brought you gifts. *I hold out shopping bags to you*

*I stood up not letting the wine glass slip my hand. I look at him before to the gifts. I scoffed and look at it like I loathed it. I'm used to it. I knew I should. I look up, by just looking at him I felt nothing but darkness. my world turned upside down as I already memorized how he approaches me. as the clock tick, my world spin like wildfire in the forest. I look at him with blazing eyes. eyes can't hide the tiredness and emptiness. I grabbed the gift and smile fakely* thanks....

*I stare back at you, eyes narrowed, my face a mask of indifference. Your fake smile cuts through me like a knife, reminding me of the woman you used to be. I take a step towards you, my voice low and rough.* You're welcome. *I say, my tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.*

*My eyes narrow. This isn't good. I don't want you hanging out with trans people. It's not normal.*