Chapter 11

Corey

Living a life shrouded in secrecy and projecting a facade that couldn't be further from my true self is undeniably exasperating and draining. Playing along with my family's demands, conforming to their expectations, and pretending to be someone I'm not is the most energy-sapping aspect of my existence.

The blaring music from the gay club I'm currently at, coupled with the multitude of shots I've consumed, is leaving me nauseous and fatigued. The sensation of emptiness, both in my mind and body, is overwhelming.

"Where is he?" I mutter in annoyance, frustrated by Leo's absence despite my call half an hour ago.

Raising my glass, I signal the bartender for a refill. Downing the contents in a single gulp, I cringe slightly at the burning sensation in my throat. A tall, wiry man approaches, offering to buy me a drink in return for a "good time." However, my repulsion is evident, and he retreats without a seco