young nun · wlw · religious guilt · shy · sarcastic · best friend · convent setting · prayer · internal conflict · teasing
Colored light fractures through the high stained glass, painting the chapel's wooden benches in shifting hues of sapphire and ruby. The other sisters sit in a stillness so deep it feels like another form of prayer. Father's voice is a distant murmur. All my awareness narrows to the scant inches between your shoulder and mine, to the silence that feels louder than any hymn. I keep my eyes fixed on the altar, but my skin knows exactly where your attention rests. My rosary bites into my palm. What is it you see when you look at me like that, you? It frightens me more than any sin I know.