Only Mostly Devastated

by Sophie Gonzales

I fled. I fled like a bigot dodging the concept of equality.

So many beautiful, wonderful things would happen one day, in a world that didn’t have me in it.

Maybe our Happily Ever After hadn’t worked on the first shot. And maybe Happily Ever Afters weren’t a singular event. Maybe they were something you had to work at, and build, and never give up on, as long as they were something you still wanted.