after

They went home in silence. If her girlfriend said anything, she didn’t hear it. Fayth didn’t want to hear it. She was trying not to cry. She didn’t cry. Strong women didn’t cry.

That was what her father had told her. Then again, her father was not the one who usually made her feel like crying.

The house was dark, but Fayth did not turn on the lights. Fumiko did, after closing the front door behind her, removing her shoes as Fayth often forgot to do. “Fayth.”

Robotic, Fayth knelt down to remove her boots. She said nothing.

“If this is wrong, I am glad you are imperfect.”

Tears threatened her again, but Fayth won. At the very least, today, she had won in this. Looking up, she saw Fumiko standing there. Maybe not as beautiful as they day they had met, but to be fair they had met was at a fancy dress gathering and Fumiko’s dressage had been stunning.

No, it was Fumiko. The woman who loved her. The woman who stood beside her, no matter who they faced.

The one who accepted that Fayth was imperfect.

Fayth finally smiled. “Me too.”

The moment before

All she had to do was knock.

Her best friend lived here. He had been her best friend for years. Everything they had shared together outstripped any fights they had ever had. In fact, sometimes the fights had been the most important parts. Removed all the problems from their systems. Put them back on equal ground, where they both belonged.

He had been the cornerstone of her new life. There was absolutely nothing that they couldn’t face together.

Of course, that required for him to face her first. All she had to do was knock. We need to talk…

Surely it would be fine. Out of all people, he would accept it. It changed nothing between them. This she had to stress. Everything is the same between us. This is nothing to do with us.

Just to do with her.

“I’m a girl.”

He would accept it. He had to. He had to accept her.

Taking in a deep breath, she knocked on the door.