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Life had been good for Eret since ze'd left the figure skating world and settled down with zer two siblings. Life had been good.
Long flowing skirts, more fitting pronouns and name. Tons of bracelets on their arms, Ranboo had made zer and weekly baking sessions with Niki. Life was truly good.
It didn't matter that ze barely ate, restricting as much as ze could because ze wasn't active and practicing every day anymore. Neither did the small white lines littering zer arms or the ungodly hours ze went to sleep at. It didn't matter because ze got out. Ze survived and ze deserved a litte self sabotaging for that.
If Eret had to name one thing about moving halfway across the country changing zer name and blocking all zer contacts, it would be Wilbur. Undoubtedly Wilbur. Not even a word had ze said to him before ze packed her bags and vanished in the middle of the night.
Niki had been right, ze really should have left him a note. But what do you even write someone the last time you'll ever communicate with them. 'Thanks for not letting me kill myself, but I'll get the fuck out of your life now. Never contact me again, love Alistair.' That would be properly ridiculous. It was a shit excuse, ze knew that, but it was all they had.
Life was good, mostly. Not counting the self destruction, the guilt and nightmares. And the gnawing loneliness at the back of their throat. Life was good, mostly.