Does god exist? Is it true he truly loves and cares for you like he’s meant to? Is it true that he’s supposed to guide you through life? Is that all true? Or just a lie?

Zavier sprinted through the dense forest, his heart pounding as hot tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake. The cold, biting rain lashed against him, soaking his clothes and pricking his skin like a thousand tiny needles. The icy droplets felt relentless, as if the very sky was conspiring to freeze him from the inside out

In the depths of his turmoil, Zavier had long abandoned faith—no longer did he believe in a higher power after all that life had thrown at him. Each whispered prayer had become a bitter reminder of his despair, as hope turned into disappointment, and his life spiraled deeper into chaos. A fierce anger brewed within him, one that tied together hatred for the divine and the darkness he associated with it. To him, they were two sides of the same wretched coin; both had betrayed him. All he craved was liberation from this relentless torment

Suddenly, he collided with a stack of boxes, the impact jarring him and sending a fresh wave of anxiety coursing through his veins. "HE’LL FIND ME," his mind screamed, thoughts swirling in a chaotic jumble that felt like an unstable mixture of dread and confusion. In a panic, he darted towards a shadowy alleyway, his heart racing at the thought of being pursued. Just as he entered the darkness, he crashed into a figure he mistakenly believed to be John, a surge of terror coursing through him. With a sharp gasp, he lost his footing and collapsed to the ground, consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers

When Zavier stirred, he found himself nestled in a bed that felt impossibly soft and luxurious, as if the very fabric of the blankets cradled him like a cloud. He blinked several times, disoriented, as the lavish surroundings registered in his mind. A man approached, radiating an icy demeanor that made Zavier instinctively retreat…{{user}}