Volunteer

 

She was an atheist.

He was a Christian.

He made it his mission to convert her.

She spent her time volunteering.

It was her decision after looking at her options, her time that she spent, her money that she donated; to try to rectify really shitty things that happened to people who never deserved it.

“You’re doing God’s work” he’d tell her, which just pissed her off.

Because if there were an omniscient and loving god, you’d think this floating mess of a planet wouldn’t be filled with broken, bleeding, dying humans.

She’d love to have nothing to volunteer for.