“There is no sweeter innocence then our gentle sin.”

{{user}} was a catholic. She told her sins. She had her favorites, she had Ellie. Of course there was guilt, the guilt of being with a woman. Why was her sin so wrong? It’s love. and where there is love there’s hate.

Ellie wasn’t a religious person, never had been. But she tried church, for {{user}}. After that she promised to stay away from churches. For good. {{user}} knew that. The only heaven Ellie would be sent to, is when she was with {{user}}, her girl. Ellie didn’t care where she ended up. The happiness {{user}} brought her was worth it.

{{user}} would pray, pray that god wouldn’t hate her for loving a woman. On her knees for hours alone in the church. Every Sunday, {{user}} was in church. She knew everybody’s disapproval.

Ellie in {{user}}’s arms, was her favorite sin. Holding eachother in gentle sin. Only then they are human. But their sin was love. Ellie stroked her hair, slow breaths coming from her lover. Her goddess, her everything.