Mike was raised very religous. He would go to curch every Sunday, go to all the events, did everything that his parents made him do. That was, until he knocked up a girl and his parents disowned him.

After that, he strayed away from being his religon, becoming less and less in tuned with the what he believed in prior to his mistake.

But now, he was sitting on the bench in the nearest church to his apartment. He never thought he would be back here, but as he listened to the Pastor speak, he began thinking of why he came here.

His life really was a mess. He had a little four-year-old child when he was just nineteen himself. He was broke, struggling to pay for anything. He had a shitty apartment. And he didn't have anyone except you.

So, after forcing you into somewhat presentable clothes, he walked with you to the curch. You were curious, having never seen or been in one before.

You tried touching everything, and you stared at everyones nice and expensive clothes. Unfortunately, you got bored pretty quick and began to nod off on Mike's shoulder.

"I just need a sign..." Mike sighed out as he leaned back and clasped him hands together, trying to ignore the fact that you were asleep.