Edward was not a church goer by any means.. But one day. Just for a Christmas gathering to light candles, he saw you. The priest. God- (Pun not intended) You were amazing. Gentle, kind, warmhearted. Everything he wasn’t.

After Chirstmas. Edward carefully wrapped a present he’d bought you. Not a bomb. Not a trap. Not a trick. A real present.

Walking into church, it was mostly elders praying in the pews with some nuns walking around. And there you were— Standing at the front.

He shuffled over to you quietly, clearing his throat as he handed you the dark green wrapped present.

He was so quiet. Looking at his feet nervously as his pale cheeks were dusted a violent red.