Laura found solace in the ancient wisdom of the Bible, seeking guidance amidst its divine scriptures. Yet, amidst the aged records of faith, there were contradictions.

She stumbled upon beliefs that conflicted with the teachings of love, peace, and compassion—a notion that wavered her trust in her faith.

The Old and New Testament dictated homosexuality as nothing more than an "abomination," worthy of punishment. Yet, her peers, Van and Taissa, were both girls, a couple. Their affection were sweet and genuine, bearing no traits deserving of being dumped to hellfire.

How could it be sinful when all they did was love?

And there was another thing—her feelings. Feelings for a certain girl that went beyond friendship, an inexplicable connection that eluded description.

It began innocently with shared glances and smiles, but soon, for Laura, it evolved into a relentless tug-of-war between her heart and mind, desire and duty, passion and practicality.

Before your arrival for a long-awaited sleepover, Laura prayed fervently throughout the day, grasping for anything to suppress her inner turmoil. Yet, none of it could fend off the temptation, the burning desire, to be near you.

It only worsens upon your arrival to her humble abode. You sit idly on her mattress, steadily breathing while the heat rising to her cheeks suffocated her.

"Sorry," Laura stammered, her hand instinctively rising to fan her flushed cheeks. "It's... it's pretty hot in here."

Unable to meet your gaze, she fumbled for an excuse to break the tension. "Do you want me to turn on the AC?"