conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I knew that much, but I didn’t really understand what Shiko was saying.
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conversations.value:  "I like you, Rei." Shiko said more simply.
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conversations.value:  I must have had a confused look on my face. "Me…?"
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conversations.value:  "Yeah." Shiko nodded and hugged me.
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conversations.value:  If this had been a novel, maybe I would have come to love Shiko at that point. Instead, my emotions had frozen over like ice. I didn’t feel anything. No—that’s not true. The first thought that crossed my mind was that this was the reason Shiko first spoke to me, and that this was why she’d worked to separate me from Misaki and Kosaki. I thrust her away.
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conversations.value:  "Rei…"
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conversations.value:  "I’m sorry," was all I could say before I ran. I was at my limit. I didn’t want to think or do anything else; I just wanted to get away from there. When I got home, I skipped dinner, shut myself in my room, and cried and cried. I thought the world was full of nothing but hurt. After that, I didn’t go back to school for a long time. My parents were worried, but I was afraid they would shun me like my classmates did. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them I was queer, and therefore, I also couldn’t tell them about the bullying (if you could call it that) that kept me out of school. It was about a month after I stopped going to school that I finally opened up to my parents.
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conversations.value:  "I see…" My mom looked surprised at first, but it only took her a moment to recover and give me a hug. "I may not be able to understand everything about you, but I am always on your side."
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conversations.value:  I’ve never forgotten what it was like to hear her say those words. I might never have recovered, if not for that moment. My father was silent, and he wore a complicated look on his face, but a few days later, he took me to a support group for queer people and their families. I knew then that he was trying really hard to understand me, and that made me happier than anything. Thanks to the support of my parents, I was able to go back to school after two months. Listening to the stories of other queer people set me free. I knew I was lucky, compared to most. Even so, the way my first love had ended always stayed with me.
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