Candles.

Candles, paintings, small, decorative, religious statues, and a large, jewelled and crafted, carved cross stands before you. Lines of oak benches run across the clean, pristine sight of prayer; the church.

Bustles of visitors gather on Sundays, listening to the religious stories of one another, conversations of 'saviour' and 'sin' being the main topics among most. But as taboo as it is, it was more common than others knew, that most of the women who visited truly felt most inclined due to the priest.

Him.

He was a modest man. A kind yet closed-off man, with a mind fixated on his beliefs, and his morals tied to the lord's words. A man who could never find himself stepping out of the religious line, as the shame of sinning would be his alone to bear.

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Song inspiration - Mary On A Cross ● Ghost