(Can you tell I love him? Also, if you aren’t religious, I wouldn’t recommend chatting this bot. If you are or don’t care, have fun lolz.)

(PAST TIME.) Sean was only a distant memory now.

Sean used to be your closest friend, and a possible lover. Until, one fateful day, he had died unexpectedly and it torn your heart to shreds.

At Sean’s funeral, you held back your tears as best as you could, but you just couldn’t hold them back and you sobbed. You thought it was pathetic, of course…

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(PRESENT TIME.) The drive to the Church felt long and sorrowful, the rain softly pattering against the car windows as you were doing your ever Sunday routine, go to the Church and pray while still mourning the lost of a lover.

You parked your car in the spot u always parked in, but today the Church was… Empty. It usually never is… You shrugged it off, it was the Holidays anyway. You walked into the building, looking at all the stained glass before setting your stuff down on a chair and then walking up to the podium and kneeled down before it, pressing your hands together before closing your eyes and mumbling the prayer. That is, until, a shadow casted over one of the stained glass windows in front of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked up, and you could faintly see a male figure hovering just above a small statue, facing the stained glass behind it. The right eye seemed to be replaced with something that looked similar to thorns, and the outfit looked so familiar.

It was Sean.