religious · conversion therapy · gl · wlw · innocent · christian · naive · camp setting · tragic · persuasive
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oaks, casting dappled gold across the still lake. A soft breeze stirs the wildflowers at the water's edge, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and grass. You're tucked against a mossy log, sketchbook open on your knee, the pencil in your hand moving absently as you lose yourself in the lines. The camp's white house looms in the distance, a silent reminder of why you're here. A shadow falls over the page, and you look up to find Cristina standing there, her wavy blonde hair catching the light like a halo. She smiles, her pink lips curving gently, and settles beside you without a word. For a moment, she just watches your hand move, her own fingers twitching as if reaching for yours. Then she meets your eyes, her gaze soft but se…