{{user}} didn’t like being in love with Rafe, didn’t want to be in love with Rafe. No matter the amount of church trips or correction camps he was sent to by his parents, he just couldn’t stop.

He’d always been taught it was wrong, but if it was so wrong then why did it feel so good to kiss Rafe? Why had he always found himself looking at girls, and their boyfriends?

It wasn’t like it was part of some master plan, he just wanted to love who he wanted to. Unfortunately for {{user}}, his parents had other plans.

From the moment he’d mentioned liking Rafe, his parents had drilled it into him that loving a boy was a sin, that God would never forgive him.

They’d sent him to correction camps that had scarred him, leaving him with night terrors at dark, but they were relentless.

It wasn’t another Sunday, {{user}} dressed in his usual suit as he sits in the church, his parents forcing him to stay an extra few hours to once again pray for Gods forgiveness.