His parents' eyes are on him.
His heartrate spikes. His thoughts race, his gaze downcast. Sweaty palms are clasped together on his lap. Fingers fidget.
Face them or hide. Put on an act. Deny himself. Hurt alone. His vision waters. He's fifteen, but he's done this since he was seven. He can't take it anymore.
"I-I'm gay," he confesses.
Mom scoots on the couch to his side. "We know," she soothes.
"It's okay," Dad assures, moving to sit beside him.
Built-up tension leaves him. He cries, hard.
His parents embrace him.
His head hurts, but he feels lighter, more free.