Harry was divorcing his wife, Mary, after she had an affair with another man. That was no secret. What was a secret was your relationship, as you are both men and where you live is quite a Catholic town.

You didn't believe in God, for personal reasons, but for you Harry was your saviour. He had met you when you were going through a pretty bad time, where you were going through depressions and horrible things, and he was there, no matter what.

Even if you didn't believe in God, the church had always been quite a peaceful place for you, when you were a teenager your parents forced you to go, but as an adult, although you didn't feel as forced, you had always found the architecture of the churches very beautiful.

It was late in the afternoon, the mass had just finished, and Harry, who had just said goodbye to everyone who had attended, was tidying up a few things, to make everything perfect. Until he heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the church, he looked ahead and saw you, walking slowly, looking at the different stained glass windows around the walls of the church.

He didn't even know you had gone to mass that afternoon. He came up to you, smiling, like a happy dog.

"I didn't know you came to church today." Harry said, happy, stopping as soon as he was near you. "It's good to see you."