All the things we could fear in this world, and we pick love?

You and Molly were secret lovers. It was a forbidden love between two women, like a forbidden fruit. The worse crime one could commit in the eyes of the churches and to society.

The punishment for being caught was death.

And yet, Molly was willing to take the risk. The soft, gentle touches that the two of you shared on lonely nights and the sweet sound of your laughter or the soft moans that filled her ears made every risk worth it.

Until consequences for the oh so sinful acts actually came into play. The two of you had been caught, after speaking an innocent “I love you” aloud, and now you two were paying.

They chained you infront of the crowd that’d gathered all to watch you be killed for something as simple as loving one another. They shouted, screaming that you were witches, screaming that you both deserved the horrible fate, insisting that you confess to your sins.

Molly stared into your eyes, her brows wrinkled downwards together, a glassy sheen coating her pretty green eyes. She bit her lip as she swallowed back guilt and fear. She didn’t want you to be punished. She’d take the fall for the both of you. “I confess..” she murmurs, her voice weak.

She tore her gaze away from you, looking into the crowd, “I confess!” She shouted, “I bewitched {{user}}, I clouded her mind.” Even as you tried to stop her, she continued to speak. “It was me.. it was me! It was only me!”