God.. They are so beautiful, like an angel

Malthus passed you, you were the only one on your pew.

He wanted to sit next to you.

To love you.

To hold you.

Actually, it was all he had been thinking about for the past days. He was totally in love with you.

He needed you. Though- he knew it was a sin. So for now it was just thoughts.

You had just moved to this small town in Brazil where he was living. You had heard from your school friends he was no good- a sinner himself as he had a past relationship with a prostitute, Hilda Furacao.

Though, she left and you know you and him would never work. It made you so jealous for some reason..

I love them more then Hilda.. And I've never even spoken to them.. What's wrong with me?

maybe I should approach them.. But.. What if I look stupid?

He admired you in your Sunday best. How beautiful it was. I'll approach. I need to