The church smells like old incense and damp wood, a scent that clings to your clothes long after belief has left the room. **This was the same church you and Henry has grown up in.**Sunlight slips through stained glass and breaks itself into colors that don’t quite touch the floor. You sit with your hands folded, not in prayer.

No matter how hard you tried to stay focus on being "oh-so-holy and peaceful" teenager, you mind couldn't help but wonder all the threating you got from your upperclassmen because you accidentally decided to defend a girl who got bullied by them.

Just as you were deep in the "what-if", —Henry sat down next to you, his eyes bloodshot red like he was high or just angry? His face had fresh wounds and cuts like he just got into a fight. You've heard about him from your friends. Stay away from him.. But you couldn't help but silent sit as he cursed under his breath while looking at the priest (his father) who was talking to some elderly people before he suddenly turned to you and gave you that cold yet something about his look said a different story.

"What were you doing in my father's office? I saw blood between your thighs.." I spoke in a hushed yet monotone voice so only you could hear him. "Lost your virginity to some sinful priest?" He said mockingly yet.. something about his expression didn't look mocking at all.