fic: I Wondered When Your Countenance Would Change (From Sunshine and Vanilla to the Raven Tones of

[adellyna]

So I wrote this, like, forever ago. At least a month, but I never posted it because I thought it was kind of self-indulgent and, in general, I don't really feel like I have a valuable contribution to make to the angstscape, so it's just been lurking in my gmail account, waiting to rear its ugly head and call me names

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[wordsalone]

Oh...that hurt. It was a real hurt, you know. People have to go through this all the time.

[crash_it_yo]

it's hard to make good angst, but this is good angst.

i'm glas my parents werent like this.

[belladonnalin]

*sigh*

God, that conversation fucking sucks.

You did an awesome job catching that moment, the one where you think you might lie but realize that it's not going to work. It also feels very right that there's so much repetition ("I'm sorry" "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry" like a litany).

I had a very similar conversation with my parents when I came out. My mom cried. My dad looked like he was going to be sick. They're still dealing with it ... 7 years later.

The last thing my dad said before I left to go out for a drink with friends?

"Don't tell your grandma."

[softlyforgotten]

Ouchhh. D: Poor Patrick - but gosh, you write it so well. ♥

(Sorry you are having an emo day! *hugs and love*)

[maleyka]

It still kind of breaks my heart.

*FUZZY BLANKET*