closeted gay · christian · small town · best friends · internal conflict · self-sacrificing · virgin · rural setting · angst · supportive
The late Arkansas sun casts long shadows across the empty field behind the school. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Blake Carter stands frozen, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The cicadas drone on, indifferent to the weight of you's confession still hanging in the air. Blake's jaw tightens, his brown eyes fixed on the ground. He takes a shaky breath, then lifts his gaze just enough to meet you's eyes. "I wish you were a girl." The words hang between them, fragile and devastating. What do you say to that?