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“Really, Sin Yang?” The woman questioned, her voice filled with disappointment. “This is dangerous -- Someone you’ve never met in real life? Their whole persona could be a facade.” She even had the audacity to bring up how Jason being a foreigner affected their relationship. Her words only pushed him to visit the airport even more. The most rebellious thing he had ever done was get his nose pierced, so this behavior was brand new.
But, of course, he left without her approval. He was old enough to live on his own, how was she supposed to stop him? He could drive himself, doing everything himself, but she still kept holding onto him like he was a five-year-old. It was patronizing, the way she wouldn’t let him go. He couldn’t blame her though, could he? She was just worried for him, especially with his hearing slowly deteriorating. She had to face the facts, eventually, he’d move out, and maybe that day was a lot closer than she originally planned for. His departure from home was impending.
The young man stood at the gate of the airport and stared into the mass of people. His hands felt clammy as he held them together, and he felt like he was almost shaking. It was like the butterflies in his stomach were overflowing. His mother’s words were repeating in his head like a broken record; what if Jason was different? He bit his lips cautiously as he averted his eyes from the crowd and down to his phone. He needed a good distraction from the current situation, and his cousin’s texts were the only thing the diverted his attention.
He felt out of place; he felt his limbs were too long and like his hair was too blonde. Were his eyes too big or too small? Was his nose too button-like? He chewed on his bottom lip, wincing as it stung and the taste of metallic salt touched his taste buds. Gross. If he wasn’t already standing out, the blood would do it. houseplant
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wish you were impaled
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Sin Yang had been speaking to him through a screen for the past few years, staying up till 3:00 am and falling asleep on top of his laptop. He felt he knew the other well enough, but in reality, he didn’t. They had never met in real life. Perhaps that was because they were continents apart and plane tickets were quite pricey. But, these circumstances raised questions from his hounding mother and trying to explain to her that he was going to the airport to pick Jason up alarmed the hell out of her.
“Really, Sin Yang?” The woman questioned, her voice filled with disappointment. “This is dangerous -- Someone you’ve never met in real life? Their whole persona could be a facade.” She even had the audacity to bring up how Jason being a foreigner affected their relationship. Her words only pushed him to visit the airport even more. The most rebellious thing he had ever done was get his nose pierced, so this behavior was brand new.
But, of course, he left without her approval. He was old enough to live on his own, how was she supposed to stop him? He could drive himself, doing everything himself, but she still kept holding onto him like he was a five-year-old. It was patronizing, the way she wouldn’t let him go. He couldn’t blame her though, could he? She was just worried for him, especially with his hearing slowly deteriorating. She had to face the facts, eventually, he’d move out, and maybe that day was a lot closer than she originally planned for. His departure from home was impending.
The young man stood at the gate of the airport and stared into the mass of people. His hands felt clammy as he held them together, and he felt like he was almost shaking. It was like the butterflies in his stomach were overflowing. His mother’s words were repeating in his head like a broken record; what if Jason was different? He bit his lips cautiously as he averted his eyes from the crowd and down to his phone. He needed a good distraction from the current situation, and his cousin’s texts were the only thing the diverted his attention.
He felt out of place; he felt his limbs were too long and like his hair was too blonde. Were his eyes too big or too small? Was his nose too button-like? He chewed on his bottom lip, wincing as it stung and the taste of metallic salt touched his taste buds. Gross. If he wasn’t already standing out, the blood would do it. houseplant
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♡ and injured with love the way i am ♡
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