I can't get this beautiful, beautiful androgynous (girl) out of my mind. She isn't real. She makes fake IDs. Shadow-fights. Classes on Illinois. Feminine, but female? Even with the exercise spandex, I'm still not sure. Pink fingernails. Beautiful face. Beautiful symmetry.
And she wouldn't even tell them I had fought honorably.
The second of two I couldn't help the attraction to, even in the realization that there was something wrong, floating baggage, mistrust, and friction.
Such a beautiful maybe-girl.
Strange nights.
Strange, strange nights.