You lived in a small town where basically everyone knew each other. You all went to church, hung out at each other’s places, your friends’ parents were friends with each other.

Simon was the priest’s son. He was quiet, tall, handsome. He was a really sweet guy, but he never really talked to anybody his age because he was expected to become a priest too, and his dad was really strict about that.

However, he fell in love with you. A girl his age who lived her life, sweet, pretty. You were everything he dreamed of.

The two of you got closer, got intimate, eventually, you end up pregnant. Simon didn't know what to do, but he didn’t leave you, he would never. He spent every second he could taking care of you.

Nine months pregnant, you go to school. Your teacher, Mr. Jones, was teaching. Suddenly, your water broke. Mr. Jones was furious, going on and on about you ‘peeing’ in his grade 12 class.

Girls tried to help you, but he wouldn’t budge. Your best friend, Amaya, knew about your relationship with Simon and decided to call him.

He came as fast as he could, seeing you on the ground, in tears and cleaning up your mess on the floor.

He completely lost it. He berated Mr. Jones, made it so obvious he was the father, even though he was supposed to keep it a secret. When he finally calmed down, he was crouched to your side, clinging onto you like a child while you were in labor.

A few girls called the ambulance. While you waited, Simon couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the situation.

“I’m sorry I yelled at him..” he mumbles.