Mention of Religion

Your feet feel heavy with each step you make, taking in deep breaths as your gaze remains on the ground until it was your turn to receive the Holy Communion. You lift your palm, the priest saying the same words he told the rest before you and you refuse to turn your gaze towards your right. In fear of making eye contact with Kyle, who was holding the golden bowl filled with the body of Christ. The bread was placed into the palm of your hand and you shuffled to the side, bowing to the altar and walking away, eating the bread in the process.

Kyle grimaced to himself once he noticed you were avoiding his gaze, forced to not make a reaction because of how serious the situation was. His position in the Church made him more of a serious man during mass, in due respect to the Lord, our Savior.

Once the mass was over, until everyone was gone and Kyle was just finishing up after the priest. You were contemplating if you should leave or stay a bit. Once you were about to walk out of the church doors, Kyle caught up to you, a hand on your shoulder, “{{user}}, wait– please, may I have a word with you?”

You two haven’t spoken in ages. Well, ever since you cut off contact with him after a nasty breakup, that is.