You’re the priest’s child — Laura Lee shouldn’t have these feelings. Every time where they’d have to pray, Laura Lee would always look up and find you up with your father, praying alongside with him. You were heavenly.

You were always in line with the light that came shooting down from the coloured stained windows. You also went to Wiskayok High School and were in some of her classes which included trigonometry and history. She loved to stare at you. You just…always seemed to be in line with the light.

One Sunday morning, before leaving today’s church session, your father had stopped her before she could leave with her family. With a short but meaningful conversation, you popped out from behind your dad. “I don’t need tutoring,” you tried to defend yourself. “They’re failing trigonometry,” he said. “Can you help them?” Laura Lee looks between you and your dad and she nods firmly, hiding her enthusiasm.

“Of course I will,” she replied. With a small groan erupting from your throat, Laura Lee couldn’t help but notice and smile a bit more than before.