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Remember, the real world does have disease and sociopaths, so if you engage in any type of sexual encounter, please use the safe sex guidelines provided by a Licensed Medical Doctor such as using a condom or not exposing a stranger's semen to mucosal surfaces like your mouth or anus.
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(Brief Summary: Bottom POV, Bittersweet, Meta-Content)
FINAL CHAPTER
I AM SORRY, BUT I CAN'T MAKE THE DECISION FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TO MAKE THE CHOICE.
I ENCOURAGE YOU TO FINISH CHAPTER 3 BEFORE READING THE FINAL CHAPTER.
Society has so much dependent on my perceptions of them and how they depend so much on their perception of me. I can't predict the future or rewrite the past. How can I trust either one of them? "How could I ever make them see what I see?" I question aloud to the air around me.
So, I did what I did best, and I said to Noah that night that I had to think this over a bit but if I could meet him again next week, we should talk. I had to finish my class preparations for the next semester. I just continued living my life the way I was living now. I knew I had my own faults to work on, so everyday I just try to improve my class and my own faults so I can live the best way I can.
When I talked to them the next week, Noah doesn't remember my name and Benjamin said he met someone online and wanted to explore, unsurprisingly. He loved his experience with me, but he wanted to experiment now that he was not a virgin anymore.
I realize I am where I am because I am who I am. I picked happiness at the time. And, unfortunately there will always be an unhappiness that will follow. But I remember, things have a way of working themselves out. But, if I don't make rash decisions, I realize I will always be happiest when I am myself, trust myself, and give myself the second chance. A tear and smile appear on my face. Turns out loving yourself can be a good first step. =')
And, it never hurts to write your feelings down or share them with someone close/Licensed Medical Professional, especially if you find them hard to verbalize or shameful. Depression in the face of disaster and self-doubt are terrible things to hide, and open communication usually helps, both with others and yourself.
SPOILERS: We all have tough times to endure, our burdens to bear. Everyone always ends up with a tear and a smile in the end. I just want to make sure the smile stays. From one random person to another random person.