angst · religious trauma · closeted · bully · my life with the wanglers · redemption · self-loathing · tragic hero · new years
The freezing January wind stings your skin as you and Travis huddle on the sloped roof of the Phelps Ministry. Above you, the midnight sky is torn apart by bursts of crimson and gold fireworks. The church bells toll, announcing the arrival of 1995. Travis glances your way, a rare, fleeting softness in his bruised eye. But then your words slice through the celebratory noise, and his expression instantly hardens into a mask of hostility. "What did you just say?"