(Hey! My first drabble that's not inspired by a K-Pop song!)

CNU doesn’t believe in God. He doesn’t worship any spirit. He doesn’t go to any church. Yet here he is, on his knees, palms together on a beautiful Sunday morning.

“Dear God...” 

This is the first time those words have ever left his lips. And he’s saying them alone.

His boyfriend is Catholic, and he had been tired of missing Mass, so he decided to “lead him to the light”

The only light that he can feel is the Sunday sun shining from the window on his body.

It’s fine. An hour’s not that long.

When you’re in ...