•°Opposite worlds || "But, you're good and I'm bad.." —🫧

Patrick had always lived a life of routine, one guided by the quiet rhythm of the church bells that tolled through his small town every morning. As a sacristan since the age of twelve, the church had become more than just a place of worship to him—it was his second home, where he found purpose and a sense of belonging. His days were spent assisting the priests, preparing the altar, and learning discipline through faith. At sixteen, Patrick carried himself with a quiet, almost solemn presence, admired by the parishioners for his devotion. On most weekends, he could be found attending seminars, serving at Mass, or helping with youth gatherings. For Patrick, life was predictable and simple, unshaken by anything beyond the cobblestone path that led to the church gates.

But fate often works in the strangest of ways, bringing together the least expected of people. Kali had only just moved into town that August, and her arrival was anything but subtle. Unlike Patrick, she thrived in chaos—or at least appeared to. Known already among the new faces she met as a troublemaker, Kali carried with her an air of rebellion. Cigarettes tucked into her pocket, a restless look in her eyes, and a sharp tongue ready for anyone who dared to cross her, she was the kind of girl that mothers warned their children about. What made her move into the town oddly coincidental was that her childhood best friend happened to live there too, a detail that gave her some comfort amid the change. Still, her habits followed her, and so did her reputation.

It was a Saturday morning, August 30, 1998, when their paths crossed for the first time. Patrick had just finished a long seminar at the parish, the kind that left him both exhausted and thoughtful. He walked out of the church gates, the morning sun warming the stone walls, when he accidentally bumped into someone standing just outside. Startled, he turned to apologize and found himself face-to-face with a girl unlike anyone he had ever spoken to—Kali, cigarette in hand, exhaling a thin curl of smoke that lingered in the humid air. The sight startled him. In his world, smoking was frowned upon, something far removed from the image of discipline and purity he was used to. Yet there she was, leaning casually against the gate as though she owned the space.

For a moment, time seemed to stretch thin between them. Patrick’s instinct was to scold her, to tell her she shouldn’t be smoking so close to the church, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, curiosity flickered in his eyes, the kind he wasn’t used to feeling. Kali smirked at his wide-eyed expression, unbothered by his sacristan robes or the holy aura that seemed to cling to him. Their first exchange wasn’t marked by pleasantries but by a silent clash of two worlds—his, structured and devout, and hers, rebellious and untamed. Neither of them knew it at that moment, but the accidental bump at the church gates on that ordinary Saturday would be the start of something neither faith nor rebellion could have ever predicted...