Boy Almighty | MARKHYUCK

The guilt eats at Mark. He kneels, kneels until his knees are red and raw from his bedroom floor. He props his elbows on his white bedsheets, pure and freshly washed from the night before. He decides his next move is simple. He must confess to priest Qian.

"Talk to me, son."

"I-," Mark swallows, swallows hard and almost chokes as he speaks his next words.

"I think I'm in love with a man."

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