Finally, Imogen and I arrived back at my condo. She was still being unusually quiet, and that was completely unlike her. I was so upset, because indirectly it was my fault. I was the one that asked for the kiss, I was the one that got us called dykes. Of course, I never thought that there would be rudeness or hatred towards our relationship at school. That was totally uncalled for. I just wanted Immy to feel better. We then entered the condo and sat our school stuff down back in my bedroom.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom, okay?" Imogen asked me. The way she spoke was so child like in a way, and I could still tell that she was hurting deep down. I knew one thing for sure though, and that was no more PDA ever at school. I couldn't deal with the ignorance of people like that. People who just put their nose in business that didn't belong to them, people who just said mean things all the time. It was so dumb.

"Okay." I nodded.

"I'll be out in a minute." She replied and with that, we made our separate ways as she headed to the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen to get started on our dinner that we were supposed to have. I wondered what Imogen liked to eat... We had never discussed favorite meals before, so hopefully I would find something that she liked. I opened the fridge, scanning for something yummy to fix, but I couldn't decide. I then looked up in the cabinets, but also found nothing that appealed to me. Giving up, I just decided to ask Imogen what she wanted to eat.

"Immy?" I called out as I began walking back to the bathroom. She had been in there a long time anyway. "Imogen?" I called out again. but she didn't answer. "What do you want to eat?" I asked as I was finally back by the bathroom. I then knocked on the door, wondering why I wasn't getting a response from Imogen. "Imogen?" I asked again and put my ear up to the door. I heard quiet sniffles coming from behind the door. She was crying. I couldn't take it anymore so I opened up the door and walked in.

"Fi..." Imogen sniffled. She was sitting on the floor, legs drawn up and crying. Her eyes were so red. I hated myself in that moment. I was such a crappy girlfriend; I was doing this to her, I was the one who was hurting her all along. It was too much of a hassle to be in a gay relationship, especially in a society as harsh and cruel as this one.

"Immy, what's wrong?" I asked as I sat down beside her. She didn't answer, she only lifted up her arm to show me it. There was a very, very tiny cut, but it was crimson red because it was new. I never took Imogen as the type to self harm. She was always so happy, so energetic, so bubbly. I couldn't believe that she had done that. And it was all my fault. I could only continued to blame myself for all of this. "Did you...?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah..." So the cut was self-inflicted.

"Why?" I asked her simply. I was so scared for her right now. I didn't want her doing this, I didn't want her hurting herself. Especially if she was doing it because of me. I couldn't live with that, it was too much. I just wanted Imogen to be her happy self again, to be laughing, smiling, telling jokes, and giving me kisses when I asked for them. That was the Imogen I knew and loved, not the one sitting here and crying.

"Because I'm gay." She replied as she laid her head on my shoulder and kept crying. This was something new that we were both dealing with, something that had changed our lifestyle, something that we chose to deal with when we became involved with one another romantically. Her voice quivered when she spoke softly. "I hate it." And at that moment, it felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. She hated being gay, which had to have meant that she hated being with me.

"Imogen?" I asked her.

"Yeah?" She asked as she looked up into my eyes. Hers were bloodshot from all the crying.

"Do you hate being with me?" I asked her. I wanted an honest answer. I couldn't take it if she was just leading me on.

"No." She said softly, and now I was confused.

"But you just said...?" I replied, unable to think of the right thing to say.

"I said I hated being gay, not that I hate being with you." She said and grabbed my hand. I squeezed it for comfort. "I love you Fiona, and I know we just got together but it's how I feel." Imogen said and in that moment my heart stopped. Imogen loved me. I couldn't believe those words had left her beautiful mouth, and I felt like I was in shock because of it all.

"I love you too Immy." I replied and she turned to give me a little kiss on the cheek. The words felt so good rolling off my tongue. It felt even more good because it was true. I did love Imogen, I was in love with her, and it was literally the best feeling in the world.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" She asked. "Let's always be together."

"Okay." I agreed without any other word. I wanted to be with Imogen forever.

"Oh, and Fi?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'll get used to being gay, so don't worry about that."

"I'm still getting used to it too. Now what did you want for dinner?"