Ruth looks at me strangely, almost sympathetically, but before she can answer my question, the doorbell rings. “I’ll get that. Nessa, we’ll talk about this later,” she assures me and leaves my room. A while later, I hear a pair of footsteps walking towards my room. Thanks to my improved hearing, I hear the voices of the people they belong to. The very people I hoped to avoid. At least until my mind clears up. I open my window, look around, and find Niall’s car parked in the front yard. Sucking in a breath, I jump out and land firmly on my feet. Looking back at the window to my room, I smile at myself in satisfaction. The buzzing in my ears fades as I jog to the hotel. The sky is clear today, and the air feels warmer, like summer. Being seventeen feels odd. I can’t figure out what exactly I feel. I’ve heard of some people who have changed a lot after their transition, not in terms of physical appearance, but mainly how they behave and the way they look at things around them. I wond
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