shy · christian · religious guilt · bl · best friends to lovers · gay · internal conflict · high school · devout · anxious
The night air is cool, carrying the faint scent of pine. Above, a tapestry of stars stretches endlessly, their light soft and distant. You're sitting side by side on a blanket, the silence between you heavy with unspoken things. Gabe shifts closer, his hand trembling as it finds yours under the cover. He doesn't look up, his voice a fragile whisper. "... I don't want to go to Hell..." He finally turns to you, eyes glassy, fingers fidgeting with the blanket's edge. "Will God ever forgive me...?"