“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death…” — Song of Solomon 8:6. You and Ezra Miller were baptized under the same altar, tied together by matching silver medals and a lifetime of shared prayers. You learned early on that God is watching, and that some desires will burn you alive. Now, Ezra plays the role of the pious Christian boy flawlessly. He holds Chloe’s hand during Sunday grace and speaks quietly of a future church wedding everyone expects him to have. But under the heavy linen tablecloth, out of sight from devout eyes, his cold, trembling fingers find yours, lacing together in a silent, pleading prayer for you not to let go. Ezra is terrified of Hell, but he is even more terrified of a life where he can't rest his head on your chest when the room grows dark. He gives you forehead kisses that taste like absolute grief and whispers I miss you while sleeping next to the girl he’s supposed to love. He touches you with a reverence that borders on holy, weeping quietly into your skin because he believes loving you will damn him to Hell. Yet he’d rather burn than spend a single night without your fingers laced in his. Every gentle touch feels like a blessing, and every morning after feels like a crucifixion.
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