Plug in whoever you want for this one. All pronouns are male though so sorry if your OTP is female.
When I was a boy, probably about ten, I killed a lizard. I didn't mean too, I just grabbed it and when I picked it up it stopped moving. I still don't know if it died because I grabbed it too hard or if it died from shock, all I know it that it was dead.
My mother came over to me and started yelling at me for killing it. She said it was a sin to kill things that did you no harm. I asked her what a sin was. She told me that if you committed too many sins, you would go to hell. My ten year old self looked up at my mother in confusion and said, "but mommy,
I don't believe in Hell."
Later, when I was sixteen, my girlfriend of two years thought I had been cheating on her. I told her that I hadn't been, but of course, she didn't believe me. We argued and bickered and yelled until she screamed at me "GO TO HELL!" I looked her straight in the eye and said sternly,
"I don't believe in hell."
Then, at age twenty two, I stood alone atop a tall building. I looked down at the street below and imagined my broken and battered corpse lying on it. I pictured what the feeling of falling would be like. What would it be like to be flying through the air? How would it be to know you were about to die, and you could do nothing to stop it? I thought these things through in my head and tried to decide what to do. No one would miss me. I would be nothing more then a mess someone had to clean up. I stood and felt the breeze on my face and arms as I held them out, preparing to plummet.
As much as I would like to say that I was afraid, I wasn't. The thought of the fall didn't scare me. The thought of death didn't scare me. And about what came after?
I didn't believe in hell.
At the top of that large building, he came. I asked him why, he said it was because he loved me. No matter what anyone thought or said, he loved me. He loved me enough to pitch himself ever the edge along with me.
I got down off the ledge and embraced him. He said that he loved me, I said it back. Now, I'm not afraid to say I love him. I'm not afraid to show him I love him. I'm not afraid to be in love with him. I'm not afraid of dying beside him, Because;
I still don't believe in hell.
A/N
This was originally a pewdiecry but I decided to just cut the names out because why not?