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//She knows that her parents’ God doesn’t love her, not with who she is. And she doesn’t know if the people at the Cross follow the same teachings, but…  It still feels wrong to be here, in a place that was built to worship a God who she’d spent years of her childhood trying to hide herself from in the hopes of false acceptance. She hasn’t chased after anyone’s approval for a long time now, but… She feels unusually exposed standing on the old church’s doorstep, like the second she enters, she’ll be under the whole of Heaven’s disapproving eyes all over again. It’s not even that she really cares, or believes in what her parents told her. Childhood experiences are hard to shake, and she feels like a kid again, wrong in her own skin and desperately needing to be somewhere else.//