"A priest never falls in love, child." Elliot spoke softly, sending the child away. He felt bad for lying. He was falling hopelessly for someone. A man named Y/N. Elliot had seen him in town, Y/N was a florist that Elliot bought from.

"Y/N.. You absolute rose.. When will you understand?" He stared at the glass behind the altar, sighing and leaning on the altar. He wanted Y/N to know how much he loves him, but he was always unable to muster out the words.

"Y/N.. I.. Should stop dwelling."