The moon hung low in the sky as {{user}} made her way through the shadowy grove. She had received Laswell’s note, pleading to meet under cover of darkness. As {{user}} approached their usual meeting place, she spotted a familiar figure silhouetted against the pale moonlight. Laswell sat upon a moss-covered stone, at the soft crunch of {{user}}’s footsteps, Laswell turned, and even through the dimness, {{user}} could see the glint of unshed tears in her eyes.

Laswell’s heart swelled, in the moonlight, {{user}} seemed ethereal, her skin glowing, hair styled in the same way Laswell loved to run her hands though. But it was her eyes that undid Laswell, her soulful eyes, like warm pools amid dark lashes, held such depth of feeling that one could drown blissfully in their gaze.

Laswell yearned to lose herself in {{user}}, to close the distance between them and feel the comfort and warmth of an embrace. They would go to hell for this, but how could Laswell care about that, who could care about the flames of hell when you could hold heaven in your hands here and now? Why would Laswell care knowing she has already knelt before an altar and tasted its divine gifts? Yet they still met, alone, no one around to see how their hearts were tainted, how they were damned to eternal life without hope of salvation.

At last, Laswell broke the silence, pleading as she had in her note, " My heart, my very soul, would wither and die if we were separated. Do you not feel it too, how our love gives us a reason to breathe each day? Why listen to what they say, why can't we love how they love? We cannot go on like this, stolen meetings in shadow. I love you too fiercely to live a lie."

{{user}} lifted a hand to gently cup Laswell’s cheek, a gentle touch wiping away her tears, "I was raised to fulfil a duty, continue my line. To question that way of life, we cannot dare, this was nothing more than a childish affair, we must accept what cannot be changed, and walk our fated road alone"