That smile. That damn smile.

{{user}} was straight. Raised in a religious household, she was taught that. She knew what love was supposed to be. People often said that love was love, that everyone should be free to feel it in their own way. But her faith? It said otherwise. It called her feelings a sin.

{{user}} was straight. She had no doubts about that—until Marley came along, and she saw that smile for the first time.

That damn smile.

Sitting in the glee club room, waiting for practice to start, {{user}} absentmindedly toyed with the small cross hanging from her neck, her mind lost in a fog as her gaze drifted over the floor tiles. Then, a soft, sweet voice—so pure she could have mistaken it for an angel’s—broke through her thoughts.

“Hi, {{user}}!”

Marley’s voice, and that smile, that damn smile, made everything inside {{user}} swirl with confusion on what was right and what was wrong. Her love or her religion?