Author's Note: This one will be more of a 'when I have writer's block' story, so updates might be random. This is just a little prologue to set the story up. Chapters will be longer, promise. Enjoy.
I kneeled in front of my bed, the way I did every night. It was the last night of summer, and the sweet August air was flowing into my room from my cracked open window, making me feel a little better.
"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you so much for this awesome and beautiful summer. I know I am just so blessed, and I thank you so much for that. I ask that you watch over my friends and family as we rest through the night and go through our day tomorrow, especially Kurt. Lord, thank you so much for Kurt. I know he doesn't believe in you, but please Lord, could you touch his heart and make him see you like I do. Lord, also bless me with a great first day of school, and a great senior year. In Jesus's name I pray. Amen," I whispered, my hands pressed together, elbows resting on my bed, my head leaning against my hands.
I got up off the floor, snapped my lights off, and laid down in my maroon sheets. All I could think about was Kurt, and how worried he made me. One of the first things we talked about once we got past the honeymoon stage of our relationship was our beliefs. He was so surprised that I believe in God and am a pretty strict Christian, since I'm gay and all, but then again, I was surprised when he told me he was atheist.
Now I just worry. What if something happens and he dies? He won't go to heaven. I can't imagine going to heaven and not seeing him there… Or what if the rapture happens? Kurt will be melted away at the sight of Jesus. I'll lose him forever. I don't want him to go to Hell.
I closed my eyes, trying to not think about it anymore. My goal this year was to try and get him to believe. That sounds terribly selfish, but I can't help it. I don't want to lose him forever. I can't even imagine life without him. No, this was definitely what I had to do. I just hope he'll be a little open-minded.