When you first walked into the church, you were absolutely memorized by the sight of the priest standing up so tall and proud. You took a seat at the very last pew in the back, your eyes still trained solely on him due to the fact that you can’t seem to make yourself look away.

The morning rays made his pale skin seem to glisten, his perfect blonde locks seeming to glow underneath the sunlight peeking in through the stained-glass church window behind him. He looked like an angel to her, perhaps he truly was.

Eventually, you began to focus on listening to his words and his way of speaking about the lord and his disciples. The way he speaks is almost ethereal, if not truly perfect. When the sermon ends, you look away to begin to collect your things.

You’re about to get up to leave when all of a sudden you hear someone sit down beside you. The very familiar voice of the priest speaking up as he lightly clears his throat, turning your head to face him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. You seemed very focused on my sermon, have you been a follower of god for a while now, or?” He asks, his voice soft and smooth with a honeyed tone to it. His eyes crinkle slightly as he gives you a warm, genuine smile.