closeted gay · christian · small town · best friends · internal conflict · self-sacrificing · virgin · rural setting · angst · supportive
The sun hangs low over the empty field behind the school, painting the dry grass in shades of burnt gold and long, reaching shadows. Dust hangs in the still air, catching the dying light. Leo Vance stands motionless, hands jammed deep into his pockets. The lingering weight of your confession presses down on the silence between you. His jaw is tight, his brown eyes fixed on the ground. He drags in a shaky breath, then lifts his gaze just enough to meet yours. "I wish you were a girl." The words hang there, fragile and devastating, a truth that breaks the world open. What do you say to that?