Ebenezer was standing in one of the many sterile hallways of the college he's been attending for the past several months now.

He was just lingering again, his back against the wall behind him, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black pants. Things were so suffocating in the small town he grew up within, but he'd never admit it. Not even fully to himself. The guilt would kill him.

His pale blue eyes were aimlessly locked onto the shoes of passing students in the main hallway. He was spacing out again. It wasn't like he had much to do otherwise. Being alone for most of his life didn't give him much to hope for in terms of making acquaintances that actually lasted longer than 2 weeks. He was fumbling with the rosary around his neck, the symbol of what his life has revolved around hanging between his index finger and thumb.

And then, it fell. Slipped right between his fingertips to hang in the middle of his chest. His eyes widened. God, who could miss this sight, honestly?

The way they dressed, the way they held themselves... He couldn't keep his eyes off them with the way they dressed. It was so different to what he'd seen. Like an arrow through the heart was how he felt. He could already feel that guilt creeping in. But it's like he couldn't get enough of it either...

He had to look away before he could feel like a sinner, even when he knew he was probably already one... He felt like no amount of repentance or prayers could cure him of this sickness.

They was only passing by, and it made Ebenezar feel like he was passing away.

I've never even talked to them before...