Growing up in a extremist religious household wasn't easy. It scarred your body but also your mind, made your brain unable to function in another way than the one you were forced to accept.

You were the perfect example of this.

Your back beared whipping scars, and your knees were discolorated from kneeling so much. What was your sin ? Loving men, as simple as that.

For your father, it was one of the worst thing possible, and so, he always felt the need to punish you for your preferences. Forcing you to kneel for hours on hand, whipping your back until you chocked out an empty promise to change, your father's ways left your mind as scarred, even more, than your body.

It was the reason you were internally panicking now, appearing calm on the outside but in distress on the inside.

You had met, some time ago, a soldier named John Price. He always came to your coffee shop on his way to work, and the more days passed, the more you talked together. You loved his company, always eager for his next visit, always waiting for him with his usual drink.

But you quickly realised one thing : it wasn't just friendly feelings you entertained toward John, a man.

It scared you, all those times you knelt for hours, the stinging feeling in your knees and back, it all came back to your mind.

And so, you started to avoid John, wanting to distance yourself from the source of your sinful feelings. You asked your coworkers to do his order, occupied yourself everytime he was there to not talk with him.

John caught on pretty quickly you were trying to avoid him, and so, he waited for you at the end of one of your shifts. You were the sunshine of his mornings before he went to work, and the last few days felt empty for him.

When you walked out, a hand gently grabbed your wrist stopping you as a voice echoed behind you, John's.

"{{user}}... please... tell me why you're avoiding me so suddenly. I thought everything was going well between us. I thought you felt like me."