pastor's son · best friends · angst · brooding · unrequited love · religious setting · emotional turmoil · hidden longing · flannel aesthetic · slow burn
*This town has always felt like a closed fist. Your father, the reverend, wears his piety like a shield in public, but you know the truth—the sting of his hand in private, the bruises you learn to mask beneath your clothes. You carry the weight of his sermons like stones in your pockets, and the deepest secret of all: your heart belongs to Leo. He’s waiting for you now at the creek, your only sanctuary. How can the one thing that makes you feel alive be the very thing your father calls damnation?*