Prologue: A Picture is Worth 1000 Words
Have you ever wondered what’s behind all the smoke and mirrors?
Have you ever wondered what happens to an E-Girl who grows up and has her E-Girl wings plucked?
I always wondered about that as well. I always thought I’d never come to know the story behind those elusive creatures known as E-Girls.
Little did I know… my girlfriend was a retired E-Girl.
As for how I became privy to her deepest darkest secret… it would probably be the picture I’m looking at right now.
She’d left her room just a few moments earlier to grab us some drinks from the kitchen. I dropped my phone and when I went to pick it up, at the corner of my eye I saw it. A picture. It had likely fallen at some point in time and slid under her bed without her notice.
The girl I saw in the picture… she looked nothing like my girlfriend, but I knew immediately it was her. It was inside her room and the birth mark on her leg was in the same spot. It was a dead giveaway that they were one in the same.
Clang.
When I looked up, caught red handed by her, I saw her pale white face. Her eyes filled with horror and dread.
She opened her mouth and stuttered out, “w-w-where did you f-find that? I-I-I can explain. It’s not what you think! I swear!”
I looked back down at the picture then looked back up at her again and responded, “is this your friend? She’s really good at cosplay.”
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“It’s not me I sw- wait. What did you say?”
“It’s your friend, right? She looks really good in cosplay. I can see why you’d keep a picture of her.”
“She looks good? You don’t think it’s gross or funny the way she’s dressed up?”
“Not at all. If someone is passionate about something go for it.”
“You’re not going to make fun of her and laugh at all?”
“Why would I? There are much worse things than dressing up and parading around as an E-Girl online. Besides, it's just an internet persona they contrive, not the person’s true self. Everyone puts on a mask at times for one reason or another. If dressing up in that manner makes the person feel happy in some way then let them.”
She turned around and stuttered out, “I’m sorry I forgot the straws downstairs I’ll be right back.”
She closed the door a bit on her way out.
You do realize you dropped the drinks just now, right. Do you want me to drink it up with a straw off the ground?
My girlfriend was a bit air headed and ditzy at times.
I stood up and approached the door near the spilled drinks.
Sniff. Sniff.
I heard stifled sniffling from the other side of the door. Haaah. What do I do about this? She’s seriously crying about it right now? Was it really so bad that I saw that picture of her?
“Hey. I know you’re on the other side of the door. I’m sorry for looking at that picture without your permission. I dropped my phone and found it under your bed when I bent over to pick it up.”
“Mmm.”
“Do you hate me for invading your privacy like that?”
“...”
“Sorry. I’ll leave for now if you’re that upset that I saw it.”
“Don’t… you… I… you.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t leave. Sniff. I don’t hate you. I love you.”
“Okay.”
My girlfriend is...
“I think my friend would be really moved if she heard what you said.”
… really cute sometimes.