#ommmmmm

Source: The Genesis Archive

In search of potential sugar daddies or new dealers

yumi hasn’t changed much over these past years. at least, not personality wise. her life, on the other hand, had gotten flipped upside down and hardly had returned upward, now seemingly sideways as she tried her best to live through it all. her goals hadn’t changed much though. being away at school meant a lot for her. it meant having her parents off her back. it meant living outside of her older sister’s shadow, or at least ---- that was what she’d thought before she’d arrived. then everyone started asking her questions about how cool it was to be the sister to one of the most successful manga artists in the world. horrible, she’d wanted to say, but the words just wouldn’t leave her tongue. yumi was a simple girl. the plain jane so to speak. her hair was cut short, to her chin, with bangs that often grew too long. she was short --- standing at five feet, and unnoticeable, invisible to everyone so it seemed. the only time she ever shined, was when she was on the stage with her instrument: the cello. and now, her best friend had dragged her to a party, asking that she stop being so damn boring and get out sometimes. it was hard for yumi. especially in this past year, after coming to terms with her sexuality, being closeted and all, going out wasn’t at the top of her priority list. now that she was here though, there was no going back. the music thumps in her chest, and she’s in search of a non alcoholic drink when suddenly, she’s running into someone. “oh --- i’m so sorry, i didn’t -----” she couldn’t believe her eyes. this couldn’t be. it was her imagination. “i didn’t mean to bump into you, i’m sorry....” she’s staring at this point, “i mean...i..i’m sorry you just --- look very familiar.” her hands glue themselves to her skirt, in attempt to hide the callouses on her fingertips. why was her heart pounding so hard? no way this was the same person --- from all those summers ago. no way.

Deep breaths, Quinn. Deep breaths.