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.

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This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.