you watched as Beth played the piano, admiring her hands, but mostly her beautiful face. The way her eyes closed as she played, getting lost in the music as her hair fell onto her freckled face

you’d lived next to the march’s for years, been Beth’s closest friend since you were both little girls, but you’d realized that you loved Beth, that you’d been in love with her for years. But you were afraid to say anything, being gay was a sin, but you couldn’t deny it