ZANDER
It’s only for a month, even less. Lance and I have waited longer. Twenty-eight days more until Alex and I switch back.
I check the time on my phone. Thirty more minutes until he boards the plane. I want to call him, to hear his voice. I want to say goodbye, to say sorry that I couldn’t tell him the truth. That I want to be with him, but I can’t. Not yet. I can never tell him I’ve spent the past two months with him, that I got to know him more, that for the longest time, I was happy. Even if I wasn’t in my own body. That I was selfish and loved him in my own way, even if he thinks it’s for show. Because it was enough.
“I’ll call him if you want,” Alex suggests. “Just type whatever you want me to say to him.”
“That won’t feel right,” I answer, cradling my guitar.
Alex is spending
