“That was just ignorant. We can stand up to that. We don’t
have to take it. We don’t have to play it safe or cower in the
face of someone else’s hate like that.”
“Cassia…it’s not that simple.”
“Maybe it is,” Cassia insisted. She should have been gentler,
but she was heated, and she was getting carried away. She
wasn’t trying to accuse Adalynn, and she did slow down and
make sure what she was saying came out kinder and calmer.
“You’re hiding from them. All those people out there who
watch your videos and follow you and your work. You’re
hiding from yourself, and you’re hiding from the truth. You’ve
made this comfy little home to protect yourself, but one day
it’s not going to be enough. It shouldn’t be enough. It doesn’t
matter that you’re scared. You should be who you are anyway.
I can’t imagine being anyone else. That’s hardly a life. You
have a chance now. It might be forced on you, it might have
come sooner than you thought, but you do have a chance.”
Adalynn stood there for a few painful seconds, seconds that
felt like years, seconds that were cold as the screaming winds
of winter, as sharp as the glass that had punched all over
Cassia in that car accident, shredding her skin.
Adalynn silently turned around and left. Left the record still
playing, the dishes still soaking in the sink, left their happiness
lying shattered on the floor, their special moment ruined, their
connection severed.
Cassia had never felt lonelier. She felt like she’d been
abandoned, that Adalynn wasn’t going to choose her. She was
going to choose to protect herself, beca
use that was the only
option she saw. The only thing I can do. Cassia knew she