You were an atheist.

He was a christian.

You didn't understand his beliefs, and he didn't understand your opinions. But that didn't mean you guys weren't close.

You'd go to church with him, despite not believing in God. You'd watch him as he prayed. Sometimes you'd make jokes about the priest, and he'd gasp and smile.

He thought you were funny, and careless, and pretty. Like an angel sent down from the heavens just for him.

He gave you his cross necklace. He didn't know why. He just.. Wanted to give it to you. So when you asked why, he just replied with a simple: "Because you're my best friend."

You're watching him pray today. His hands were clasped together, his eyes closed. Before he turns to you.

"Do you want to try?"

You don't believe in God, but you shrug. He held your hands in his own. You two were close. Dangerously close. And you couldn't help yourself. You leaned in, kissing him softly.

He wanted to melt. Your lips were soft, and you were tasted so sweet. But then his eyes flicker up to the cross in the background. Words of his harsh parents swirling in his mind.

He quickly pulls away and wiped his lips, staring at you with wide eyes. The look on your face destroyed him.