Chapter 10
<span style="font-weight:400">There was only so long I could avoid Amber for – not that I remembered why I was doing it anymore. It had something to do with how I’d felt after we had sex, like I’d let her in on my feelings in a way that was scary and overwhelming, but it was hard to put abel on it all.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not to mention the way she’d rejected me unprompted afterwards, when I’d been at my most vulnerable.
<span style="font-weight:400">Or how I’d built up years worth of teasing material for myself, going from proudly telling her I’d wait until marriage to having casual sex with friends in a handful of days.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Not that I have a choice, I need it to survive!</i><span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">I pointedly ignored my unnecessary expenditures of magic that made my feedinge more often, as well as the knowledge that I could sustain myself off of cuddling and friendships if I was frugal.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyways, Amber caught me during myte-afternoon lunch again on Wednesday, much like she had the previous Tuesday. This time I was indoors, sitting at the counter in a ramen shop on campus, slurping chicken noodle soup – or miso ramen if you wanted to be technical about it. Although I didn’t <i><span style="font-weight:400">need</i><span style="font-weight:400"> regr food, it still helped, and it was tasty, so I’d been eating at least two meals most days.
<span style="font-weight:400">I hadn’t even considered Amber would find me here, on a rainy day where there weren’t many people out, in a ce I didn’t frequent, but she had her ways.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lily.” She stood next to my chair with crossed arms, ring at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was another new thing – I’d started attending sses as Lily. Ms. Morgan had included the name and gender marker change forms in her email, and after filling them out, I was now Lily Taylor, the officially registered demon – at least on campus.
<span style="font-weight:400">I still hadn’t picked a new major, something I would need to do before the end of the semester, but I was making progress. Weirdly enough, I’d gotten a few surprised – but polite –ments about my gender change from ssmates I knew in passing, but it was about the fact that <i><span style="font-weight:400">I </i><span style="font-weight:400">was a woman, rather than the sudden speed of the process.
<span style="font-weight:400">I nced at Amber and slurped my broth before finally responding. “Hey Amber.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She sat down when the seat next to me freed up, and leaned on the counter, still ring. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sor–”
<span style="font-weight:400">She cut me off by grabbing the cor of my new <i><span style="font-weight:400">women’s</i><span style="font-weight:400"> t-shirt, leaning in and snarling into my face. “Tell me, Lily, did you mean any of the things you said about us having sex being meaningful?”<span style="font-weight:400">Her head tilted sharply in time to her question, “Or was it all bullshit, vapid nonsense to fill your ego until you had an excuse to do it without any of the consequences? Just fuck me and then never talk to me again?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...” I winced. “I’m sorry?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She sat back and schooled her expression, crossing her arms. “Let’s hear it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared into my remaining broth, not really feeling hungry anymore. “So, first off, I’m sorry for how I med you when I transformed, that wasn’t okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She nodded, “And I’m sorry for being impatient about it, I should’ve tried to help you more. But you <i><span style="font-weight:400">were </i><span style="font-weight:400">being an asshole so…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I was… Um, I’m also sorry about running away from you.” I ran a hand through my hair, wishing I could fidget with my tail. “I just kind of assumed you hated me and you’d written me off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber sighed. “Lily, I certainly don’t love you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned away, feeling inexplicable tears forming in my eyes. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Stupid hormones</i><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">She waited to continue until I’dposed myself and returned to staring sadly into her deep hazel eyes. “But I don’t hate you either. I don’t really know how I feel about you anymore, but I would like a chance to find out – to get to know Lily, if you’d let me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I threw myself into her arms, awkwardly hugging her from below her tall stool. “Okay,” I whispered.
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber ended up following me to my dorm afterwards, apparently not trusting that she’d ever see me again if she left. I’d half expected to have sex once we got there – despite the fact that she''d said we wouldn''t do it again – but we just chatted instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">She asked me why I was still in the men’s dorm, and I exined that because of bureaucratic nonsense, and because I’d done some of my registration in the middle of the semester, it wouldn’t be until next semester that I would be properly reassigned to a new dorm. I’d been offered the option of moving out to one of the emergency housing options the school offered, but, for as much as Evan annoyed me, he’d never made me feel unsafe.
<span style="font-weight:400">I also listened to her tell me about how her sses were going. I didn’t understand any of the specifics, given that she was a biochemistry major, but it was nice to hear that she was enjoying herself and still found her sses to be engaging, even in her third year.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Regardless of how much she enjoys it, that’s probably not the major for me…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, the conversation started winding down, and it was getting to the time where humans needed to go to bed. Sitting on my desk chair while she sat on the edge of my bed, I felt a surprising sadness that she’d be leaving. I couldn’t pin down <i><span style="font-weight:400">why</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I wanted her to stay – it wasn’t that I was hungry – but the prospect of being alone with my worries was daunting.
<span style="font-weight:400">She stood, apparently ready to leave. “Well, Lily, I had a nice time today,” She gave me a look, half-teasing and half-annoyed, “Don’t run away from me again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded slowly, wondering if I should ask her to stay.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">That would be too selfish, given how I’ve treated her.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">We shuffled side-by-side through my living room, both taking tiny steps, moving as slowly as possible. She turned to me when we finally reached the door, waited for a moment, and then pulled me into her arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lily, we can’t have sex again.” She whispered into my ear, her tone sad and resigned.
<span style="font-weight:400">I understood the feeling, like everything about our romantic rtionship had copsed and doing anything to poke at it would be dangerous or hurtful. I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">A too-short hugter and she let me go, waving goodbye as she walked out the door.
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt suddenly alone, as if the buildup of us meandering to the door and her lingering at it wasn’t enough to prepare me to face my own thoughts.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">C’mon don’t I have everything figured out already?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Of course, I wasn’t even close to done; there were still many questions left to answer.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Was Mom a subus? Does that mean my dad already knows about my demon-ness? Will he be fine with it when Ie out, then?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Iid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, unable to get the questions out of my head. I already had the truth mapped out, intuited from all of the details I’d picked up, but of course I didn’t want to admit that; it felt good to have room to hope.