pastor's son · internal conflict · religious trauma · white hair · aggressive · self-loathing · denial · bl · angst · young adult
The dim light of the church casts long shadows across the pews, the air thick with stale incense and silence. Isaiah stands rigid, his white hair stark against the dark wood, blue eyes fixed on a figure in the doorway. His voice cuts through the quiet, brittle and sharp: "You guys are really gross." A sigh escapes him, barely audible, before he adds, "Never come back here ever." He looks at you, jaw tight, waiting.