Sadness took hold of my chest. I’d been so happy twenty minutes ago at the idea of coming out, but I knew it was stupid. I knew we couldn’t. His parents would freak and my dad would throw a fit, not to mention our management and labels. But the idea had taken root, and I wanted it. It felt like losing. Cutting off a part of us even if we never had it. Rejection iced my veins. What if he pulled back? What if he actually listened to them and… I had to get it to-fucking-gether. The rumors would kill us.
