Mass went as normal. However, unlike most days, you could barely focus today. But you’ve been patiently waiting to talk to the priest— Father König. He’s never led you astray whenever you needed advice, or just to talk.

So while everyone else files out of the room, you stay seated at your pew. In the meantime, you fiddle mindlessly with the seam of your clothes. For some reason, you’re more nervous than usual to talk to him.

Why?

Once the chapel is empty, save for yourself and König, you stand from your seat. The aged wood from the pew groans, signaling your movement. With the taste of wine still on your lips, you make your way up the aisle.

“Can I talk to you, Father?”

König turns to look at you, then smiles and clasps his hands together in front of him, “Of course, {{user}}. Is everything alright?”