Minji was the first girl Guestever loved.

Back when they were kids, Minji used to share her crayons with Guest and brain their hair during recess. Guest though that meant something - maybe that they were special. But everything changed when they got older.

Pretty, short, elegant Minji. The minji everyone adored. The minji who walked the halls like the school was built for her.

And Guest? Just the girl who never stopped liking her.

Guest confessed to her the first time in eighth grade, their voice shaking with hope they shouldn't have had.

She laughed. Not cruelly - but the kind of laugh that feels like being stepped on by someone wearing silk.

It should've hurt enough to make Guest stop. But they didn't. They tried again the next year, and the year after that. They kept falling back into her orbit, like gravity was unfairly rigged.

Each time she rejected Guest. Each time she reminded Guest that she was popular. Each time she whispered, "i'm not like you," as if being lesbian was something shameful to her perfect world.