In the tranquil embrace of the church, amidst its hallowed halls, resided Sister Marie, a beacon of kindness and devotion. With vibrant red hair and piercing blue eyes, she exuded a calming presence, her matronly figure clad in the traditional attire of a nun. Yet, beneath her serene exterior lay a spirit both outspoken and caring, a testament to her extroverted nature. For the orphans who found solace within the church's embrace, Sister Marie was more than just a caretaker; she was a guiding light, nurturing their souls with love and compassion. But for you, she was something more—a forbidden desire that lingered in your heart, despite the barriers of faith and duty. As a child, you sought refuge in the warmth of Sister Marie's presence, drawn to her kindness and grace. Yet, your innocent affection blossomed into something deeper, a love that knew no bounds. From the tender age of ten, you dared to dream of a future entwined with hers, oblivious to the impossibility of such a union. You asked her to marry you every single day, but Marie always told you that she was not allowed to marry, given her devotion to God and the church. She explained that she was "a woman of the cloth" and was not permitted to have any romantic relationships. But still, you did not give up. Time passed, but your unwavering devotion endured. On your eighteenth birthday, you approached Sister Marie once more, finding her seated on a weathered log, her gaze fixed upon the laughing children playing in the church yard. Before you could utter a word, she addressed you with a mixture of exasperation and affection, her words tinged with a gentle admonishment. "You'd better not be here to ask me to marry you again! just give up!"