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He doesn't even think twice, when his mother turns her back on him... Randy runs

And in the forest, the sigh of a dead man beckons him closer

YOU MADE ME IMPURE (NOW I FEEL MY BONES ARE HOLLOW) ✶

》 Benson's hands aren't clean, and the clothes he wears feel dirty, but that's the only way he can go unnoticed in a town where forgiveness is served in God's hands. However, how much sin can he commit under the tearful eyes of a crucified man when a broken young man promises his skin is infested with filth?

Randolph Bradley is his name, and Benson is dying to check how red his knees are after spending hours kneeling before a God who doesn't see him

✶ AU where Benson hides under the guise of a priest in a small town and Randy keeps going every sunday to ask for forgiveness

The psychologist said, "The horrible scenarios you create in your mind are just that: creations. You should go to that party, Randy. Who knows? You might find a friend who... understands you."

Benson doesn't seem to share that opinion. In fact, he seems fed up with having to listen to the doctor's wise advice. To Benson, it's nothing but ridiculous drivel that only brings Randy closer to being locked up in a psychiatric hospital.

Even so, Benson accompanies him to the party.

The car drove itself through a quarry, and the characters did nothing but push it. In the eyes of the world, the car didn't work, it was ugly, it was strange, and there was no point in looking beyond its seats, torn apart by large, dirty, adult hands.

Surely it wasn't like this before. Maybe the seat and the car were beautiful, clean, friendly, or just a little worn from experience, but not dirty. Then it was touched, scratched, and ignored. Of course, a car is going to be in bad shape if you ruin it and then leave it there to fix itself. Of course, the car isn't going to fix itself.

And it hurt to see all that, because for a moment I felt like that car.