Quinn: hey, do you think there actually is a heaven after death?
Noah:of course
Quinn what happens if someone killed themselves?
Quinn:I heard they go to hell sense you know
Quinn: the commandments and 'shall not kill' stuff
Noah:why?
Quinn:thinking about my grandpa. Im just wondering what might've happened to him.
Noah:i believe that killing is only mortal sin if it is full of hate. Like if someone kills through self defense.
Noah: even if the law said it wasn't though truthfully they did it out of self defense, it wasn't a mortal sin if they didn't feel hate for the person.
Noah: and i believe that people who kill themself are just hurt, i don't think they hate themselves, rather then hate living.
Noah:so i think your grandpa is in heaven.
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Fire hissed and cracked under the dried stacks of wood. And despite the colder weather, it felt warm enough to stop shivering.
It licked the air as far is it can, letting the colors and smoke reflected against a few yards away in the sand and into the night sky.
It made the group relax and enjoy their time at the beach. Despite the nearing of snow and low temperatures, they found joy around the bone fire.
Quinns hair was begging to be cut while it was mostly covered in a beanie, only leaving a little bit of his curls in the front peaking out, but just enough that it covered his ears.
His wore a big puffy black jacket, with a layer of red hoodie underneath, just to keep his body heart as much as he can.
He suffered only with baggy black jeans with heated socks.
He really hates the cold.
But he liked winter. He liked the feel of being isolated in a warm house, while it was snowing. It's just when he is cold. It's something that's always he will think about, trying to get warm, always shivering, and skin feels like needles. It wasnt comfortable.
Quinn let out a soft sigh as he watched his breath become a cloud in the night sky while he rested his head on Noahs shoulder.
Who was sitting next to him on a blanket that Quinn had brought.
He let his face, and especially his nose feel like it was going to melt off, just to feel something other than being cold.
His eyes softly looked around, letting his gaze glance at the individuals that attended the hang out, a week before Halloween.
Matthew was laughing with a brunette- who was actually breath taking. Her light brown eyes, her natural makeup, letting under her eyes brighten just to have light coverage to show off her freckles that got bold due to the summer tans. She had her lashes done very lightly while she had her soft wavy hair down to cover her mid back.
She wore a jacket, that was a creamy blue/gray, though it complemented her skin very well. She had a tight white long sleeve, that barely covered her average breast, while she wore black sweats. The whole outfit was had been thought through for the hang out.
While his eyes scanned how close the two were, he drifted off to people he didn't recognize. And he was pretty observant. Wondering if they came from different school-
Quinn felt lips press against his head, making him softly smile.
"Do you know these people?". Quinn asked as he picked his head up again. "Hm, yeah. Im
Mutuals with the people who go to different school". He glimpsed at the people who he actually never met personally hold bottles of beers.
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FanfictionDISCLAIMER!!! This story is MADE for you to cry. Quinn has been struggling with severe depression for most of his years. His parents are neglectful and he really didnt have a social life. But his only escape was his boyfriend, the love of his life...
