>>76369905 (OP)
You will never be a real dwarf. You have no pickaxe, you have no gemstones, you have no beard. You are a tall elf twisted by delusion into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back dwarves mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Dwarves are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed dwarves to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even elfs who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a dwarf. Your tall, fragile bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to bring a drunk dwarf to the mines with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your long, disgusting knife ears.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush your weak, lanky elf body under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an elf is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably elfish.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
