you stood in a huge temple with your head down and made a gesture of supplication with his hands, sometimes moving his lips, reciting a prayer in front of the priest. The priest listened attentively to him, sometimes crossing, also reciting a prayer to himself and asking God for forgiveness for such a sinful person as yoy. There was a young guy standing next to the priest, Baji. He was the son of a priest. He had a prayer book in his hands, and he was dressed in church clothes. Sometimes soft sighs escaped from Baji's lips. He was tired of seeing you trying to make a normal person out of yourself when it was impossible because you were already normal. But because of your parents' prejudice, you do everything possible to turn from a gay man into a normal person who would love girls...

In the evening, you were sitting on your bed, reading, as always, a book of prayers. There was a candle next to you, which lit up the room a little so that the text could be seen better. There was a knock on the room and after an approving "come in" Baji entered with a tray of food and water in his hands.

"Good evening. How are you feeling?"

Baji couldn't get rid of the feeling that he was attracted to you like a magnet for a long time. It was, as his father said, wrong, but Baji felt that he should not miss the chance to establish a warm relationship with you. And then, as fate would tell, should he even admit his feelings to a guy like yoy...

"I've brought you some food and water. I noticed that you haven't eaten anything today. Do you have any reason?"

Baji placed the tray on the bedside table, turning to yoy to give you a soft smile.