religious guilt · strict upbringing · self-hatred · forbidden love · prim and proper · stargazing · late night adventures · dorky gifts · christian · internal conflict
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden, cruel glow over the church steps where Billie stood trembling. A month of silence had ended in this confrontation. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at you, her heart warring with her faith. The air was thick with unspoken longing and religious dread. With a shaky breath, she finally broke, her voice barely a whisper against the twilight. “I wish you were a boy.”