may 3rd, 1666

you were in church, head bowed down as you were in the confessional booth, big eyes teary as you stared down at your dainty hands, picking at your cuticles.

“what is it that you have wanted to confess, my child?” the father said gently, facing forward in the booth, the two of your faces being separated by the divider.

you let out a shaky breath, not knowing how to start your confession, you knew very well while you were doing what you have been doing that you were sinning, letting lust and sin overcome you.

you had gotten very close to marie abbot, she was another girl who lived in the village and who had attended church, and the two of you had a very large secret that each of you vowed to keep.

but you were deathly afraid of sinning, knowing that perhaps if you repented then you could still make it to the dreamy steps of heaven once you passed.

but how could the love between two people be a sin?