Prompt: "Right now, I'm not sure if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge. "

"Can I pick?"

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions and attempt at suicide

Dear Winston (my Winnie<3),

Hey-, so I wasn't sure how to write this. You've been with me through thick and thin... This is why I decided you, Winnie, should at least get an explanation for what I am about to do.-

The moment Win read the letter he bolted out of his house. He earned a few yells from his parents demanding as to where he was headed, but he had no time. Winston continued running he was glad he had remained in track and field for the rest of his senior year. Graduation was only a few months away...

You know, I've been thinking for a while. We both know how I get when I think... Well anyway, I was thinking about us. I feel like there could have always been something more. Not like best friends but as lovers. That felt so awkward to write, um but anyway, I like you. Too much probably, but I don't think you could ever love anyone as broken as me-

He pounded on the door screaming. The lights of the house turned on. Win paced nervously from the porch and as soon as the door opened he let himself in ran up the stairs into a baby blue room. He searched the room but she wasn't there. Nervously biting his nails he checked into the bathroom. It wasn't unlocked.

"Winston!" a woman and a man walked into the room. They watched as he rummaged the room "What are you doing?"

Without a glance Win sternly asked, "Where is Jiyeon? Where is she?"

The man blinked as the mother froze. "Ah, you mean Geun-"

"Respect her name please," he picked up a journal skimming for answers. "She told you both her name."

The woman scoffed "My son is just confused-"

Win walked to both of them and shoved the letter into her hands. "Well ma'am," he bit his lip, "your child is planning to kill themselves because of-" He shook his head. "Forget it, I knew she wouldn't be here."

As a transwoman, I find it hard. Especially with how my parents are. I want to thank you, Winnie. For being there. For taking care of me. For assuring me that my feelings were valid. That really was all I needed from my parents, I guess they could never learn to understand. How many years has it been Winnie? Do you know? I do. Four years. Six Months. Twenty-three days.

I probably wouldn't have made it this far but thanks to you I did, Winnie-

He took back the letter once they were done. Her mother was weeping uncontrollably and his father attempted to keep it together for both of their sakes. Win walked away after mumbling some goodbye. In a hurry, he placed his shoes while he began to think...

Enough about them though. I'm here to talk about why I am doing this. Well, in all honesty, I don't know. I guess life was just too much for me. I can't handle what it is throwing at me. The constant loneliness, uselessness, and worst of all Dysphoria. Oh yeah, I think that would be my tipping point. Anyways, I want to close this off by going over a few of my favorites memories (p.s. You're in most of them)-

Win felt like an idiot. He began to run faster towards their spot. Near the pier was a cliff, it wasn't fenced but a bench was put there. Behind it an old rosewood tree. It didn't give any shade for the bench but it gave the place a cozy feeling along with the breeze of the beach and the clash of the waves.

I love you, Winnie. It hurts to think that I won't be able to see you again. I hope I get to meet you in my next life, with the right body this time. Please don't feel too bad for me, and again thank you. For making my life worth living for.

Yours Truly,

Hak Jiyeon

He was close. All he had to do was cross the bridge and he would-... He looked at the edge of the bridge. Walking towards their spot was a petite girl. Long hair braided down reaching her hips. Her figure wore a white and pale blue hanbok. Lotus flowers embroidered into beautiful patterns.

Win didn't realize when he got to her. He turned her around. Both shocked. Her chocolate brown eyes gazing onto him with surprise. "Winnie-"

He crushed her into a hug. Win was warm and kept shaking as his tears fell from his face. She stood still patting his back. "Please," he mumbled into her ear "don't leave"

A sad chuckle left her lips. "Right now I am unsure as to whether I should throw you off the bridge or kiss you." They remained a few more minutes enjoying each other's presence. Finding consolation in the fact that they were both broken but they at least had each other.

"Can I pick?"

Jiyeon blinked, "What?"

He confidently looked at her with a warmth in his eyes. "Can I pick?"

Her eyes twinkled under the stars. "Sure"

Win touched her cheek wiping away the tears she had been pouring earlier. Leaning in his soft breath tickled her ear as he said "Kiss me."

Before he could pull back, she pecked his cheek. With a cheeky smirk, she teased "Satisfied?" He looked away with a blush, mumbling incoherent phrases.

He pressed their foreheads together. Muttering a small no he touched her soft lips with the tip of his finger. Win licked his lips and went in for a proper kiss. She smiled as another salty tear rolled down her cheek. But this wasn't a tear containing sadness. Happiness was sealed with a bittersweet kiss...