"Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."— that's what he repeated in unison with the others in that church.

Will was...something strange. You knew it well. He had been confessing his sins, bringing out all his thoughts and apologizing, looking for a way out of his sinful and unhealthy thoughts, going to confess to you and asking for advice and forgiveness that you assured him that one day he would obtain.

It was all so bad.— so bad, it should have ended as soon as it began. He should have just erased those thoughts, wiped his glasses with the handkerchief he had in his pocket and left the church, headed to his bed and took a nap after feeding his dogs.

But that didn't happen. The whole accident happened. He asked you for a handkerchief to clean the blurriness on the lenses of his semi-circular glasses, drawing a kind smile from your lips, accompanied by some clumsy phrase that came out of your lips.

He offered to help you when the mass ended, and so it was. He stayed at the end of the mass, helping you when all the people who went to the place regularly left, along with the church assistants, the people from the council, etc.

"...How does it feel to do the right thing?" —It came out of his lips, hoping for an answer, to take it as advice, to do everything right from then on. But after you responded, he just pounced on you, regardless of your words or whether you were willing to help him.

He was sure you wanted the same thing too. It was the most logical thing, right? There was a reason you were kissing him back.