“I've had a hard time with some of my fellow Christians,” he said softly. “It's hard not to build up a wall. But I've met some really great believers, too. They don’t all agree with me about stuff. But they love me.”
Changes
“Aren’t you, like, a Christian?” It was making no sense. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, as though that might help. “I mean, aren’t there rules, or something?”
Lonely
He flipped through all the chats he had already seen, familiar dark dread narrowing his windpipe, stinging his eyes, aching through his back and neck. Why was he such a failure at connecting with people?
Overwhelmed
She nodded, but clenched her teeth. The room seemed to grow dim, as though someone had lowered the lights and muffled the sounds. She needed to go—somewhere else, anywhere else—so she got back up and walked out the door.
Stressed
He could feel his heart pounding like a jackhammer, his face was hot, sweat breaking out along his hairline.