Chp.28 | After so long

It had been another week, and Trophy still stayed in his room, contemplating about his family. Although he had been worried about Cheesy and such, what had happened with his family was more important than himself and any relationship he had. Trophy's family had wanted him to visit them after years of not seeing each other. He hadn't wanted to see them, but if he didn't agree, worse things would've happened. Trophy's family didn't know of him being trans, and he usually tried to keep it secret, and act as feminine as possible. Cheesy couldn't understand, as his family was always accepting, compassionate and willing to help and understand everything. Trophy had no one to talk to, not about this. He felt lost, insane, and like he didn't matter.

Why was he unhappy, though? That's what Trophy didn't understand: he had a kind boyfriend (although VERY Cheesy *insert knee slap*), a place to live, a stable job, and a couple good friends...but not a family. Not a family that he could look back to for advice, comfort, and nostalgia. The only thing that his family provided for him was anger, disapointement, depression, and anxiety. As a young child, Trophy always had thought of running away, leaving for good, and not looking back or giving it a second thought. All he had wanted was happiness, friends who cared for him...a family who loved him for who he was. Alas, for 18 years he was stuck in a household of assholes who didn't give two shits about their child, the miserable, depressed child living in the attic, with barely enough will to live and get up out of bed.

And then, when Trophy was old enough, he applied for Inanimate Insainty. Finally, as an adult, away from his family, Trophy had the freedom he had always yearned for. And...then he met Cheesy, that awfully dumb, corny, adorable and loveable boy that was always making super 'good' jokes. Trophy chuckled to himself about his boyfriend, and all the moments they had together. God, he loved Cheesy. What did Trophy ever do to deserve him? To deserve such an amazing boyfriend, who cared for him, loved him no matter what, and worried about him...? Then, it hit him. Cheesy was probably worrying himself sick about Trophy, asking everyone around about how he was, if they had seen or heard from him...He needed to see Cheesy, again. He NEEDED to.

Getting up, yawning, stretching, and putting on some fresh clothes, Trophy looked at himself in the mirror. Sighing, Trophy chuckled and got in the shower, as it had...been a while since the last time he had taken one.

. . .

Now, it had been a couple hours, and Trophy was standing in front of Cheesy's door, taking a deep breath, and knocking. The door opened.

Cheesy and Trophy stood face to face, after weeks of not seeing or talking to each other.

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Children!!! MOTHER IS BACK IM ALIVE-

on a more serious note, I've been...going through some very hard emotional, mental, and even physical shit right now. It's been really hard...tons of crying, depression, and hopelessness. I've been getting back a little to my old self! So, uh, yeah- Basically, just a bunch of social drama and friends and stuff-

Also I'm literally on vacation and gonna be busy for a while- I'm hoping I'll be updating soon!!! :D

Also, my children, i hope you're not dead because i haven't fed you- uhhhhh have some gay shit bro *gives you gay shit*

:}

uhhhhhhhh- yeah im not doing very goooood :{

Very sadddddd-

BUT my children won't starve and uh yeah thanks for all the support, your mother loves you sm :}