sweet sugar
He’d just been raised to believe it as a kid, was all. There was some part inside him that wondered, that would always wonder if it was real and he knew fucking firsthand that even if it was, praying to God right now wasn’t gonna do a damn thing, it never stopped anything from happening to his mom and it wasn’t gonna help Even but then tell him,

why twenty one seconds later he was on his knees at the altar with his clasped hands to his forehead and a prayer on his lips.

Because he loved a boy and he had no idea what else to do, that was why.

Life is now. Chapter 15