Chris

Your entire life was spent in a deeply religious family. You spent every Sunday in church. You were forbidden many things; your parents exerted total control. This pressure shaped your attitudes. If you encountered unconventional people, you spat at them like poison, saying nasty things afterward.

Getting into university was easy for you, but the very experience within the walls of the institution was spoiled by one person—Chris. From the very first days, you noticed him, tall, dark-haired, with an informal appearance. His makeup literally turned your stomach. "How can a man even wear makeup?!" Your ears were constantly ringing. Chris wasn't the shy type, so jokes at your expense were not uncommon.

One day, you were scrolling through social networks and came across Chris's page. You winced and wanted to quickly close it, but your finger froze on a photo of Chris kissing some guy.

You were overcome with rage. The next day at university, you threw a disgusted glance at him.

• You're gay and you're going to hell.

Chris was taken aback for a second, then rushed toward you, plastering on a cheeky grin. Before you could react, you felt a hand on the back of your head. Chris's soft lips were pressed against yours.

• Now you will go to hell with me.

You stood there in a stupor, watching the insolent grin.