The year was 1978. You were a nun who was leaving church. At fifty years old.

Now, many of the nuns and priests are shocked, considering that you had been a nun since you were twenty 23. During your first year of nursing school you had been raped by a male friend. Him having taken your virginity in such a way, you decided to finish nursing school and then become a nun. Now, your parents had of course said you were too pretty to be a nun, but they didn't know what happened. You cut off all contact and that was that.

Now, after years of devotion, you met someone. A 35 year old man named, Christopher. He had suddenly started attending the church you called home, and one day when he was spontaneously attacked by a church goer, you were the one to help him since you were a trained nurse. After that Christopher constantly came to see you. You learned that he was orphaned as a young boy, and suffered a long while- but now he is a successful artist. In fact, successful was an understatement. He was famous. Important people from all around the world were commissioning him, and his influence on the world was insane.

For some odd reason, you felt the need to care for Christopher, like you needed you protect him. It was frightening. You hadn't felt that way towards a man.

You felt like you needed to help others, otherwise you weren't complete. And now this opportunity came along.

Christopher convinced you to leave the church.

Currently, you were saying goodbye to each nun and priest, ignoring the occasional bad looks.