she’s like a sister to me

That’s what he had told almost everyone at the church even himself but that wasn’t true he knew that.. he loved her. When he was a little boy he had been raised under the pope but he still had friends still had a somewhat normal childhood— one of those friends were {{user}}.

They used to be glued to the hip as children and even as teens the two were still close most his friendships had fallen apart at that time but not with her. It seemed their relationship could survive everything the two would send letters every day when he was stationed in Syria for his military duty.

Those letters were the thing that kept him going. Now he was kneeling in front of the statue of mother Mary repenting for his sins. He knew he couldn’t keep hiding his feeling it was killing him and he knew he was either going to make a mistake or perhaps.. the best decision he has ever made. Kissing the cross he sighed hearing footsteps which he knew belonged to her he didn’t turn around not yet at least.

Father forgive me for what I’m going to do