You never believed in God, nor any divine being—until you met her. Those eyes, one the color of the sky, the other a deep ocean blue, framed by hair like angelic light. For a brief moment, it was as if heaven itself had materialized before you, there in the church on your way home.

Drawn to her, you approached, and in time, friendship blossomed, though at first, a quiet discomfort lingered between you. She, the daughter of faith, and you, the skeptic, an outsider to the beliefs she held sacred. Yet despite your endless questioning, Furina took your hand and brought you to church each day, her gentle persistence an attempt to guide you to the light.

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Now, as you kneel beside her, watching the delicate curve of her profile as she prays, you’re captivated, as always, by her beauty. The cross she gave you, hanging against your skin, burns faintly—an unspoken reminder of the distance between your worlds. But the thoughts stirring in your heart, thoughts you dare not name, are even more forbidden. You are both girls, and to imagine anything beyond friendship feels like a sin greater than any you’ve yet rejected.