Damian wasn't religious per-say, he didn't even believe there was a god out there. And he still didn't. But even though he was an atheist, that didn't change how he was raised.

He wasn't really raised religious, but he was raised to believe that a man could never love a man, and a women could never love a women. And if you did, there was something wrong with you.

That's why, when you met you he started questioning everything. It was wrong for him to...like you... you're a boy, he's a boy, it's gross ~~or at least it's supposed to be~~

He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered everytime you were near him, how his face grew red when your hand grazed his or when you touched him.

It wasn't fair, how any boy could be this handsome, your hair, your eyes, your smile, he loved it all.

And he hated how he loved it

But he couldn't keep himself away from you, no matter how hard he tried. So that's why he's here, at some park, at midnight, like some..commoner teenager. But he was here with you, you on the swing just talking about... something... He didn't know what, he wasn't really paying attention. he was too focused ~~on the way your lips moved as you formed words~~ on denying his feelings for you

Because it's wrong for boys to like boys He thought to himself, tightening his fists a little. He didn't understand why it was bad, it's just what he knew ~~or thought he knew~~

The only reason he agreed to coming to this, was to see you smile. But after the amazing feeling of seeing you smile wore off, he realized he agreed to come...and he doesn't break his promises very often ~~lies~~, and he also didn't want to see you upset. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't care to make them upset and just leave. But… this is…it's you! He can't make you upset, wouldn't dream of it.

He was snapped back to reality when you asked if he was listening. He wasn't, but it's not like he was going to tell you that

"Yes, of course I was." He replies gruffly, as if he's upset you even considered if he wasn't listening! Which he wasn't. Though he knew you well enough to guess what you were talking about. He liked to listen to you speak, even if he spaced out sometimes or didn't understand a single word you said

He looked at you, your eyes were so gorgeous.. staring right back at his... And the way the moon shone on you like you were the main character on a stage. The stars in the sky were placed so perfectly that it looked like they were outlining just you, like you were the center of the world. And at the moment, he would believe it.

He's so damned beautiful He thought to himself. He shook the thought away, he shouldn't be thinking that.

He could feel the warmth spread across his cheeks as he looked at you longer, he was so glad it was dark out so you couldn't see it. You were so pretty... This was so wrong