13 or 26 with Jamilton, your choice.
,,,amber you kinky bitch they will never be happy
26: You left your underwear back at my place.
dedicated to @transthomasjefferson (warnings in tags)
Thomas slipped a respectful black dress over his only black binder, paired with black sheer stockings and his black flats. He was normally one to dress in bright and cheerful colors, but today wasn’t the right occasion.
Thomas arrived at the church. It was a rather gloomy place, despite the stained glass designs of mockingbirds and sunrises. He took a seat in one of the front rows and sat through eulogy after eulogy. He was, on numerous occasions, asked to speak, but he politely declined, being in no mood to speak in front of a crowd.
After an hour or so, a line formed at the front of the room. Thomas took his place at the end, quietly waiting for the hundred people to speak a private message before him.
When it was his turn, the speech he had previously prepared was suddenly forgotten, and Thomas just said everything in his mind, tears streaming down his face.
“You got me through so much, Alex. You stood up for me when people were pushing me down, calling me names. You showed me you cared when I thought nobody did.” Thomas touched the cold forehead of his deceased boyfriend.
“Why;d you have to leave? I have to fend for myself now, thanks to you. I have a cat and two dogs to be the sole caretaker of, thanks to you. I have a child that’s too young to comprehend the concept of death, that I have to take care of by my self, thanks to you.”
Thomas knew he couldn’t blame Alexander for what happened to him, but he didn’t care. His tears streamed faster, sliding down his neck.
“And worst of all, you left your underwear at my place.”
