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Started November 16, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Mare went quiet— it was no use fighting this. "We face this together, then," she breathed after a moment of silence. She tucked her own hair behind her ear and, inhaling deeply, went to take Marianne's hand.

Marianne linked their fingers together and squeezed. After a beat of silence, she raised her girlfriend's hand to her mouth and brushed a comforting kiss across the knuckles.

Mare soaked in the contact, relishing in the privacy of the bathroom. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to do this, seeing as how the people outside were acting– like they knew everything and were ready to rip it away.
Dismissing all dark thoughts for Marianne's sake, she let go of her and rubbed her hands together violently, nerves tightening in her heart.
"Let's get this over with."

It was like entering a lion's den.

Whispers floated past the two girls, ensnaring them in an inescapable net as they made their way down the hall. Ugly words followed after, slipping past mental barriers and silent reassurances—faggots, dykes, disgusting, unnatural. Marianne couldn't help but press closer to her girlfriend, exhaling a shaky prayer.

The stares dug into Mare's mind, gnawing their way into her heart. She could already feel the tears rising and shame suddenly doubled over, folding into the harsh words, expressions. Could she really do this? It didn't seem possible, not in the face of all the terrifying situations she'd read about.
"Sauvez-nous," she requested of the tiled floor, gaze cast down. Marianne stepped closer to her but in her crude fear she didn't dare react.
They got to their classroom. "Go inside," she murmured somewhat forcefully to Marianne. "I'm going to find Ryan." She barely managed to keep her voice steady.

Marianne shook her head. Each step she took was more painful than the last, each state digging into the back of her head like a thousand jagged knives. The classroom doorway suddenly seemed like a gaping maw—she didn’t want either of them to go alone. “I’m coming with you.”

"Okay but, let me talk to him," she asked quietly. It wasn't forceful or commanding in anyway, simply a request layered with a certain need to clear it all up– not only for Marianne, but for herself as well.

Marianne gave only a small nod in response, eyes skittering anxiously back to the doorway.

Mare turned back towards the hall and, ducking her head, weaved through cruel whispers and strange glares, finally finding Ryan leaning against a locker, talking to some friends.
She went and stood behind him, and cleared her throat