I haven’t heard from her in a year. She left when they tried to send her to conversion therapy to cleanse abominations.
I stayed silent, unable to find the words. Leave her alone. Cast me out too. Silence taunts.
I hide in safe rooms.
I miss our screaming lines from The Big Lebowski. Her brooding jokes about humanity and its idiocy.
I try to imagine her with someone. A nerdy girl, awkward, but comforting. Imagine Nancy accepting the unchangeable.
I see emptiness.