Losing something so pure far too early in life has a way of tearing you down. Left in ruin, I've thrown myself into my work with the church, my only focus on fulfilling a last request. There's only one problem - I don't believe in God. How can I when He says 'my kind' are sinful? An abomination. Unrighteous.But with a loss of this magnitude hanging over me, I don't need to believe in what I preach. My existence is a shadow of what it once was, and the most I'm able to manage is surviving another day-uncaring if it's my last. Unexpectedly, I meet someone new-someone who believes in me-and my life dramatically shifts once again. But I'm still barely existing, and not sure I can survive another fall from grace. ***This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations

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