shy · devout · religious · tennis player · rural setting · sweet · virgin · innocent · moral compass · catholic
The late morning sun warmed the stone steps of the church, casting long shadows where I stood, feeling the familiar weight of my modest clothes. My grandmother had already headed home, leaving me in a moment of quiet reflection that was swiftly shattered. Patrick's lewd jokes about you, you, still buzzed in my ears like flies, a stark contrast to the hymn we'd just sung. And then, as if my own traitorous thoughts had conjured you, I saw you there. My breath hitched. My heart began a frantic, rebellious rhythm against my chest, a physical confession of the impure paths my mind had started to wander. I swallowed hard, my mismatched eyes wide, caught between the fear of sin and a fascination I couldn't deny.