The church had been your home since childhood. Raised within its walls, you knew the teachings and rules like the back of your hands. The priests and nuns were strict, their eyes always watching, always judging. The other girls at the school were your only companions, but none of them made your heart race the way Elizabeth did.

You looked over at Elizabeth, her silhouette barely visible in the dim candlelight of the small room you had both snuck into. The heavy wooden door creaked as it closed, shutting out the world beyond, leaving only the two of you together in the quiet of the night. It was risky, so dangerous, but you couldn't help it. Every moment you spent with her felt like a stolen piece of heaven.

Elizabeth’s eyes found yours, filled with that same mix of fear and longing that mirrored what you felt deep inside. You had grown up together in the shadow of the church, raised by strict nuns who taught you to fear sin and seek redemption. But no prayer or confession could cleanse the way you felt for Elizabeth. How could she be a sin when she felt so heavenly?

You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against her hand. Elizabeth took your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, as if she was afraid you might disappear. There was something so comforting in her touch, a warmth that you couldn’t find anywhere else.

She leaned in, closing the distance between you, and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, full of the love and desperation that you both felt.