~Chiba's POV~
I don't know what's wrong with Nitori. He just seemed so happy on the stage. Honestly, I'm glad his voice is changing. But at the same time, I don't want to hurt him. I know he feels like a girl. I know he loves Takatsuki-san. I know I'm a bad person. I love him. When he didn't like me back, it hurt. It felt like my heart shattered into a million little pieces. He likes Takatsuki. He's with Anna, but I know he still has feelings for Takatsuki. I recently became a Christian. My mom says God is forgiving, but I know He could never forgive me for how I've been. I had to become a Christian. I don't want to take any chances. I'm a bad person. I don't stop at anything until I get my way. I've always been like this. It seems as though I can never let go of the fact that I'm not three years old anymore.
I walk to church on Sunday morning. Of course, I bump into none other than Sarashina. "Oh, hi Chiba!" she says happily. Momo is standing right next to her. "I'm going to church," I say in a calm tone. "Ok, let's go now!" said Momo, giving me a dirty look. Ugh, I hate them both. Anyways, I don't have time for them. I have church. I made my way over to the church and walked right in. It's beautiful. The stained glass windows turn the room into a rainbow. The ceiling is painted blue with little white clouds. A large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room. Everybody sits down. We started reading bible verses as we usually do.
After we do that, we pray. See, we request to have everyone pray for something, and then we pray. I'm the youngest person who goes to this church, so it's always hard for me to speak up. I normally wait until everybody prays. I wouldn't want to interrupt anyone. Today, I couldn't seem to focus. All I could think about was Nitorin. I did focus enough to get my prayer in. "Please," I say softly. "There's this boy I like. I know he doesn't like me back. He likes a girl who wants to be a boy. He wants to be a girl. Please, let him remain a boy," I said as tears fell down my cheeks. "I love him. I just want him to stay a him," I say as tears flow harder. "P-p-please." "Hear our prayers," they all say in unison. And church ended. I hope my prayers worked.