video is for all of us. Thank you for all your support over the
years and for watching this today.”
The video ended as Adalynn reached forward and shut off
the camera. It wasn’t a smooth exit, but it was supposed to be
raw, unedited, and truthful. She didn’t need it to be fancy or
have nice editing tricks that made it flow better. She hadn’t
edited out a single bit. She was too afraid of saying the wrong
thing if she went live, or she would have done it. As it was,
she hadn’t needed to stop filming or take out bits where she’d
stammered. She hadn’t run out of things to say or clammed up
in the saying of it.
She hadn’t written it down ahead of time because she didn’t
want to sit there and read something off a page. That would be
boring and inauthentic and rote. It would have been rehearsed.
She wanted what she said to be as impactful as it could be, not
for her sake, but because she knew there had to be people out
there watching who were struggling with something, even if it
wasn’t coming out or losing their public image or getting
slammed with backlash related to both.
“Is this real?” Cassia gasped. She snatched the phone up and
checked the video to see that it had been posted already. That
it was online and not a recording on Adalynn’s phone. “Oh my
God. This is real. You filmed this and put it out there?”
“I did.”
“Aren’t you…aren’t you afraid? Of what will happen? No,
no, of course you’re afraid.” Cassia set the phone down. “I
would be too. I’m afraid for you, just watching that. I was
afraid for you last night, that everything would be ruined. I’m
scared of what people will say because I know how harsh the
world can be. I might be young, but I heard plenty of nasty