November 12, morning
Red Dragon Inn, Room 18
It was the first day that Glenn would truly have to face the consequences of his actions, for good or for bad. Yesterday, he was still in shock, and spent most of his waking hours (which weren't all that many, since he went to bed early yet again) working on the shelves, eating his meals, and wandering the city until his legs felt like lead weights. He desperately wanted to return to the glen, where he did his best thinking, but there were too many fresh memories, too many unhealed wounds from the past few days that he wasn't ready to face.
And yet, after all the emotional turmoil, his tears, the surprised and stunned reactions of his friends, somehow? It felt different this time. Unlike the previous times he had confessed his secret, or had it discovered unwittingly, it didn't feel like his life had been changed forever. Deep down, of course, Glenn knew it had. Three more people now knew one of his closest secrets, and they'd all found out in the span of three days. There were only three other people he had been truly close to that were still alive that knew this secret. He was nearly an adult the first time he'd revealed himself to Haleigh, and it was more than two years later when his aunt and cousin had found out.
The first revelation was a joyous occasion, even if that relationship had eventually soured. Glenn still remembered the way his voice, a thin, tremulous whisper, had sounded when he spoke those words to Haleigh. The way his heart hammered in his chest, terrified and uncertain of her reaction. Then, the way his heart sang, when she traced her warm fingertips over his face, suddenly bear-hugged him, and then kissed him fiercely. ?I don't care what you are, Glenn. I love you.? It might have been the happiest moment in his life. If only the whole thing hadn't ended so poorly. He wouldn't even dwell on Aunt Kyla and Kathryn. It was still an open wound in his mind. Everything...had gone wrong there. In a way that left Glenn thinking he could never put it back together again.
Somehow, though, Glenn didn't think it was going to be a big deal this time. Maybe it was because he was a little bit older, a little bit more mature, but that wasn't entirely it. There were some...issues to be worked out, to be sure, but something felt different this time. He had hope. He had strength to borrow when he needed it. A shoulder to cry on when the tears started to fall. He had friends that he felt like he could fully trust, friends that, one day, he would be able to tell all his secrets to. If not today or tomorrow, then someday at least.
Still, Glenn felt that something had to change a little bit, even if he had to keep wearing his necklace. The answer came to him quickly, as he was eating a simple breakfast of toast, porridge , and orange juice in his room. A haircut. Get the hair out of my eyes. It's starting to get to the point where it interferes with my work a little bit. He wouldn't cut it so short that his ears were showing, but he wanted to make it shorter all around. He wanted a haircut that would make him look less sleepy, less shifty, more friendly to people. He would show the world his eyes completely, and hopefully open himself up to the world a little more.
Red Dragon Inn, Room 18
It was the first day that Glenn would truly have to face the consequences of his actions, for good or for bad. Yesterday, he was still in shock, and spent most of his waking hours (which weren't all that many, since he went to bed early yet again) working on the shelves, eating his meals, and wandering the city until his legs felt like lead weights. He desperately wanted to return to the glen, where he did his best thinking, but there were too many fresh memories, too many unhealed wounds from the past few days that he wasn't ready to face.
And yet, after all the emotional turmoil, his tears, the surprised and stunned reactions of his friends, somehow? It felt different this time. Unlike the previous times he had confessed his secret, or had it discovered unwittingly, it didn't feel like his life had been changed forever. Deep down, of course, Glenn knew it had. Three more people now knew one of his closest secrets, and they'd all found out in the span of three days. There were only three other people he had been truly close to that were still alive that knew this secret. He was nearly an adult the first time he'd revealed himself to Haleigh, and it was more than two years later when his aunt and cousin had found out.
The first revelation was a joyous occasion, even if that relationship had eventually soured. Glenn still remembered the way his voice, a thin, tremulous whisper, had sounded when he spoke those words to Haleigh. The way his heart hammered in his chest, terrified and uncertain of her reaction. Then, the way his heart sang, when she traced her warm fingertips over his face, suddenly bear-hugged him, and then kissed him fiercely. ?I don't care what you are, Glenn. I love you.? It might have been the happiest moment in his life. If only the whole thing hadn't ended so poorly. He wouldn't even dwell on Aunt Kyla and Kathryn. It was still an open wound in his mind. Everything...had gone wrong there. In a way that left Glenn thinking he could never put it back together again.
Somehow, though, Glenn didn't think it was going to be a big deal this time. Maybe it was because he was a little bit older, a little bit more mature, but that wasn't entirely it. There were some...issues to be worked out, to be sure, but something felt different this time. He had hope. He had strength to borrow when he needed it. A shoulder to cry on when the tears started to fall. He had friends that he felt like he could fully trust, friends that, one day, he would be able to tell all his secrets to. If not today or tomorrow, then someday at least.
Still, Glenn felt that something had to change a little bit, even if he had to keep wearing his necklace. The answer came to him quickly, as he was eating a simple breakfast of toast, porridge , and orange juice in his room. A haircut. Get the hair out of my eyes. It's starting to get to the point where it interferes with my work a little bit. He wouldn't cut it so short that his ears were showing, but he wanted to make it shorter all around. He wanted a haircut that would make him look less sleepy, less shifty, more friendly to people. He would show the world his eyes completely, and hopefully open himself up to the world a little more.