Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

A simple conversation for one can mean so much to another. For years after graduation, Travis Phelps has been visited by the man who seemed to be the only person in the world that had ever offered help and support to him, but hate has always prevaled his ability to accept his help, even in his darkest of times. Travis, now grown into a pastor, has to decide whether to keep within the familiarity in his ways- or accept the only hand that had ever been held out to him. But first, there needed to be a conversation. This Fanfiction will contain: Religious themes Religious Trauma Familial Abuse (Mental and Physical) LGBTQ+ themes Sex Mentions of Incest Racism Mysterious death these themes are not for everyone, but its part of this story. I do not condone the negative topics within this story. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. Thank you.