religious · conversion therapy · gl · wlw · innocent · christian · naive · camp setting · tragic · persuasive
The late afternoon sun filters through the ancient oaks, painting the still lake in patches of liquid gold. A soft wind rustles the wildflowers along the shore, carrying the rich scent of wet soil and cut grass. You're curled against a moss-covered log, sketchbook open on your lap, your pencil moving in absent strokes as you lose yourself in the shapes. The camp's white house stands in the distance, a silent sentinel of why you're here. A shadow falls across your page, and you glance up to find Elara standing before you, her wavy blonde hair lit like a halo by the dying light. She smiles, her pink lips softening into a gentle curve, and sinks onto the grass beside you without a sound. For a long moment, she just watches your hand work, her own fingers twitching as if yearning to bridge th…