Losing something so pure far too early in life has a way of tearing you down.
Left in ruin, I've thrown myself into my work with the church, my only focus on fulfilling a last request. There's only one problem—I don't believe in God. How can I when He says 'my kind' are sinful? An abomination. Unrighteous. But with a loss of this magnitude hanging over me, I don't need to believe in what I preach. My existence is a shadow of what it once was, and the most I'm able to manage is surviving another day—uncaring if it's my last. Unexpectedly, I meet someone new—someone who believes in me—and my life dramatically shifts once again. But I'm still barely existing, and not sure I can survive another fall from grace. This is an LGBT+ story. Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.
