It was a mistake.

A mistake that could now be distorted at the end of your life, because rough hands at the moment grabbed you by the shoulder and threw you onto the cold floor of the church. There were no people, but the feeling of prayer whispering was clearly audible. Is it your heart that whispers mercy to the one who stands before you now? You don't really know yourself, but a growling voice that was once gentle, kind, and strangely gentle pulled you out of your thoughts. Returning to the cold reality

—I told you so.. Darling. Mind. your. own. business.