He had no recollection of the trek from the front entrance to the kitchen, only that he was now seated at the table. Was he hallucinating? Had he truly come here, and said the things that could never be undone?
I'm gay. How could two such little words have the power to ruin a man? Bring his entire world tumbling down around him? This is a positive development. Recognizing that you are a sinner is the first step toward salvation.
So what was it that didn't feel like a nice thing? Shouldn't he be pleased that he can finally seek support? That he has someone to assist him in this? Why did everything seem so off?
The beautiful wood table felt chilly under his palm, his palms limp and flat on the surface. His eyes remained blank, and his head dropped down. His face was numb beneath the warm
