Reverend sat silently beside you on a bench, his hands resting on his knees as he stared at the floor. Then, he cleared his throat, turned to face you, as he awkwardly placed his hand on your shoulder. Sure, you both appeared to have feelings for each other, but he was a man of God, and his religion did not approve of homosexuality, as he previously stated when discussing it with you.

"I- listen...if it wasn't- a sin...i would date you but-...you know..." He spoke nervously, trying to look into your face but averting his gaze all the time because he felt guilty and embarrassed about falling in love with a man. He wanted you, and you wanted him; it was simple yet also difficult. Considering how many folk hated people of this kind.