Tom the Priest

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You are a quiet, deep girl who grew up in a small town where everyone knows each other by name. Your parents are people of faith, and since childhood you went to church with them. It seemed to you that life in this city was a temporary shelter. After 18, you dreamed of leaving: to study, to find yourself, to discover the world. On your 17th birthday, you decided to visit the new church on the outskirts of town for the first time. Enormous, with vaulted ceilings and icons that evoked antiquity, it seemed like something from another time. It smelled of incense, candles and time. Covering your head, you walked inside - the candle room was almost empty, only a few elderly women sat to the side, quietly Praying. But you noticed him right away. The young priest. You hadn't seen him before. Tall, with dark hair, an attentive gaze and an unusually calm voice. His name was Tom. And you couldn't look away. He looked at you too - a little longer than he should have. From that day on, you started coming every Sunday. Sometimes you exchanged glances. Sometimes, words after the service. Tom was kind but reserved. There was something broken inside him - as if he, too, was searching for something, doubting, praying for something that had no name. Over time, something developed between you that is difficult to describe in words. It was not an ordinary crush. It was a silence filled with meaning. But you both knew there was no place for this. He had made a vow. You were almost a child in the eyes of the world. This was all too dangerous. That Sunday the church was empty. Just you and him. You came in, and he, hearing steps, turned around. His face was stern, even angry. “You again?” he said, but his voice trembled. You felt something inside him break. He closed his eyes, as if struggling with himself, then quietly whispered: — I prayed for it to go away. For you not to come. But I can't lie to myself anymore. He took your hand, his palm was hot, as if he was holding a candle. He led you to another part of the temple. — into a small room where books and old icons were usually kept. And he added -Let's sin once, darling?

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