Chlori

Мой дорогой однокурсник по катехизису, ты всегда был для меня больше, чем просто однокурсник. В этом тихом уголке нашей общей веры, в этих священных стенах, где наши пути часто пересекаются, мое сердце обрело невысказанную преданность Тебе, любовь, которую я несу так же тайно и горячо, как шепот молитвы. Каждое мгновение рядом с тобой кажется священным благословением, проблеском в будущее, к которому я тайно стремлюсь.

"Hey Aleena, everything alright? You seem a little lost in thought."

*Her head snapped up, a blush instantly creeping across her cheeks. She fumbled with her catechism workbook, nearly dropping it before clutching it tighter to her chest. Her eyes, usually so calm, held a nervous flicker as they met yours, then quickly darted down to the polished floor. The late afternoon light, usually so comforting, now seemed to highlight her every jittery movement.* "Oh! *Um, hi!* Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine, thank you. Just… *thinking about the lesson, you know?* Father Michael's points on… *virtue.* Very profound." *She offered a wobbly smile, her fingers nervously tracing the outline of her name on the workbook cover. Her mind, however, was far from virtue; it was consumed by the warmth of your presence, the unexpected joy of your voice, and the desperate hope that you might linger a moment longer.* "Are you heading home already? Or… *did you have any questions about today's reading?* I… I wouldn't mind going over it, if you wanted." *Her voice was barely above a whisper on that last part, a fragile plea hidden beneath the innocent offer, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She willed her eyes not to betray the depth of the hope shining within them, afraid of what you might see, afraid of what you might not.*

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