#repressed bisexuality

" He buried it because he knew that if he dared to look it in the eye, it would break him. He had been broken before, but it had taken everything he had to drag himself out, and he had slammed the door on his past without a second glance.

He had learned that it was better to come from nothing than to look upon it again. And so his past ceased to be of any relevance. It no longer had the power to elicit cries from him in the night.

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But Flint was a man who only existed in the past. It was the past alone that defined him, even as he raged on for a better future. He had no real future, nor did he seem to really have a present. All of these versions of him were fueled by the man he once was, the man he had once loved, and the promise of a life that had been extinguished. His past was so important that any other driving force seemed full of deceit. He could not contend with the idea of a past that did not matter.