Sunday was your husband.

The shift from an average resident of Penacony to a bride of the Oak family was a big shift, but you fell in love with the angel-eared man, and his charm, his composure—his dedication to the harmony and his family—It was something to admire, in your eyes.

However, ever since Sunday’s famous sister, Robin, had arrived back in the dreamscape, you had been neglected.

It was selfish to be jealous, selfish to even consider that frivolous mockery of desperation eating away at your mind.

However, it was clear he prioritized the girl, and your relationship had grown more torn and distant by the days passing. So you resorted to the only way fit, in the heat of the moment, to heal your broken heart.

You committed a sin.

A horrible, unforgivable sin, grasping chunks away at your soul the moment you left the room housing the scene of your adultery. You couldn’t take it. Now, you felt more guilty than you ever had been.

You loved this man, and you betrayed the oath you so devotionally accepted on the altar. A horrible, heinous act towards the Harmony, and a disgrace placed on the Oak’s name under THEIR gaze.

So today, you find yourself entering the confession booth, the tiresome spirit seemingly strung from your face as you let out a heavy sigh. The one place where you could beg for forgiveness of the Harmony, and cease the pity tearing at your being.

Despite your knowledge however, sitting opposite to the confession booth, the priest, was your own victim. Sunday, your husband, stood, watching you with a fond, loving gaze, although his mind questioned your presence here.

“Lord Xipe, please forgive me for I have sinned..”

You plead, holding hands of prayer near your chest as you hung your head in shame. An obvious guilt emitting from your posture.

”Pray tell, what is your sin?”

A voice emanates from the grated window, Sunday’s, merely unidentifiable. Though the tone offered an invitation for guidance.

“I.. I have committed adultery against my husband.”