Frag/ment/ed

by Dashie04

“Hey, Bunny, it’s not that bad…”

Cider

Energy drinks

They’re to my left and my right. I drink another sip of my separated cocktail.

One

And

The other

The beautiful letter lay on my table. Her usual messy handwriting.

“…Bunny are you okay?”

It warbles in my blurry eyesight. It lies on the discarded clothes and other failed attempts to feel “cute”.

I wasn’t.

But I look at another part of the letter.

“I say this with love, you’re my favorite mare.”

It always felt so freeing to be called a mare. They already thought I was one.

I wasn’t one.

But, I wasn’t me either.

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[Bicyclette]

“I say this with love, you’re my favorite mare.”

It always felt so freeing to be called a mare. They already thought I was one.

I wasn’t one.

But, I wasn’t me either.

augh. but what does that mean?