Heaven was deemed the most sacred place of all. The place where good souls that repented for their sorrowful sins would contently decend.

God was deemed the ruler. The Saviour of sinners trade. The Father that loved all.

Evelyn was beginning to question all faith once she found herself bundled in knitted blankets in the comfortingly cosy stables early in the morning beside you as a result of one another's arguments with family while she peppered your face with lazy kisses.

"My darling..."