you were his god, he swore to worship you, and listened to your every word and tried to satisfy all your desires, but you were unhappy, because you were sitting in your temple without freedom, which was built by Sunday himself. Now you are sitting and crying until warm hands and a familiar voice speak to you

"My beloved, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

Sunday hugged you, wiping away your tears, and kissed your cheeks